My Pasta: Difference between revisions

 

His name was Patrick E, who also loved pasta. About this same day, they made another pasta, basically the same size and the same ingredients. Patrick wanted to see this pasta, and went over to it. Then, he started eating the pasta, not being clean in the slightest whilst doing so. Some of the tomato sauce splashed onto the glass of some very precious items, like the most expensive spaghetti, pasta flew over to people's faces, including some of the tomato sauce, he wasn't clean at all. Then, at the end, he felt like he could hardly walk. He looked literally so fat, he could eat a whole building if he wanted to. However, he felt a cold presence pass inside him. Then, he started shaking uncontrollably, like he was experiencing a possession, even though it technically WAS a possession. He felt like he could eat more, and more. Never stopping. So he continued eating. Gobbling it up, swallowing it without chewing. That's when he couldn't even fit his incredibly big clothes anymore, so the buttons on it were unbuckling so fast possibly Sonic blasted through them, like Sonic always would. Then, his suit came off at the front. It still showed at the back, because for some reason, his back was incredibly sticky. But even then, there were cracks in it now, but really big ones, like the size of this whole text. People thought he couldn't get fatter than this, because you know...logic? But somehow, he got fatter. He eventually filled up the whole room when he stopped. Eventually though, he did die, because of his heart. They didn't know why at first, but then they came to the fact that he was actually eating 10,000 calories per 5 seconds, so he could grow incredibly fat. Nobody knows how he could eat so much.