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More 'Hi-Jinx'

Despite your best efforts, everything you do seems to begin to take on a life of it's own, all seemingly aimed at doing the exact opposite of what you want.

Fred tries to do the cooking, however, the utensils you used come to life, and begin cooking irresistible dishes that Albert and Fred can't help but eat up before you manage to take the tools and throw them in a trash compactor.

Albert accidentally uses your tooth brush, and starts craving sweets, buying and devouring several bags before coming to his senses.

You turn on some music, which starts playing hypnotic sounds with latin messages laced in it. After you turned it off, Fred went and ate half the food in the pantry.

After you use the bate, Albert goes in for a shower and is rained in chocolate syrup, which comes to life and forces him to eat it.

After a week, the couch is feeling a lot more crowded.

Fred sits at one end, now looking like a red pumpkin, cheeks swollen and arms resting atop doughy rolls. Albert sits at the other end, his once muscled physique now a blob, scaly belly hanging off the couch and hitting the floor. You sit in the middle, almost squashed between the two, face in your hands as you lament what you've done, however unintentionally.

"It's ok," Albert says, as he always does, having to shift himself just to look over the curve of his belly to see you. "Angela should be here tomorrow, and..."

"Face it Albert..." you say, "I belong in hell." By now your sure that is the only course of action Angela could take, and you feel you should be punished for what you've done.

"No," says Fred, trying to lean upwards, "She must have an better answer."

"Even if she does, I've turn you two into blobs." you say, "I shouldn't have stayed. The demon was right, I can't live with people." You're a demon of gluttony, a concept, an idea, and everything around you is influenced by that getting stronger over time. "I'm going to leave now, and maybe you guys can get back to normal with Angela." you say, standing up and walking towards the door. Albert and Fred try to get up, but falter under their respective weights.

"Wait, don't go, we'll figure this out." Says Albert, panting to move.

"I have." you say, then walk out the door for the last time.


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