Good morning. Ready for breakfast, big guy?

"Good morning, big guy. I thought you were never gonna get up, sleepy head. My name's Erik, remember? Yeah, we were both pretty drunk, I'd say. Look, I made you breakfast. Haha, what do mean "too much"? No such thing as too much in my book, big fella. Nah, I'm stickn' to coffee. That's not for both of us, chubs. That's all for you. Fuck, look at the way your eyes light up looking at all that delicious food. A mountain of greasy bacon, twelve pancakes drenched in maple syrup, a dozen eggs, a whole stack of toast smothered in butter. Chicken fried steak, hash browns, all your favorites, I'll bet. Well don't just stand their, fat boy, dig in. Nah, you don't need to go get a shirt. I like the view just the way it is. There you go. I brought in one of the chairs from the dining room for ya. They're able to take a bit more . . . heft. Comfortable? What are you waiting for, fasto? That food isn't gonna eat itself. You know, I still can't believe I saw you in the bar last night. I mean, those "chubs and bears" nights are okay, but to be honest a lot of the guys are just plump or overweight. And I was looking for something very specific. Oh yes. 'Cause, you see "chubby" doesn't interest me. Nor does just plain "fat". No sir, I'm looking for the genuine article. Someone truly obese. Someone who surrendered any idea of self control long ago. Someone carrying around so much weight they can barely stand. And then I saw you, big guy. Sitting at that table, sweating like a pig, pulling down your shirt every few minutes because it was riding up over that gigantic fat belly of yours. I could see the outline of your flabby tits pushing against the fabric. I knew you were the size I was looking for, but were you "the one"? You know when I knew? Yeah, it was when you ordered enough appetizers for about 15 people and just shoveled them all into that mouth. I knew you weren't just "fat". I knew you were greedy. So go on, fat boy. Show me just how greedy you can be. Show me what a fat fucking pig you are. And when you're done with all that food, I'll make a start on lunch."