His stomach hurt after the fourth burger, greasy fingers patting his sweater and staining. Bojack leaned back on the marble bench, reaching for the fifth and final burger had had ordered, one of every variety that the new pop-up burger joint had available to him. It was only available for a week, so he had to try them all before they closed, obviously, but the sheer amount of meat and toppings in each one had caught him off-guard. This last one, the black truffle trifle, leaked dark mushroom au jus on to Bojack's already red and yellow tinted fingers, pants getting droplets that would take a few extra washes to erase. Even with his belly puffing out of his shirt, he still desperately needed the last delicious burger, and as he brought it to his mouth he suddenly stopped and let loose a warbling BURRRRRRAAAAP that made his cheeks as red as the ketchup ring around his mouth. Forcing the food into his mouth, he let the caloric bliss take him to a vacant smile. He leaned back and patted his stomach, mentally making a note to work out more. Thankfully, this burger place would not be around much longer, he was not sure how much more his figure could take...

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A new burger joint has opened up near Bojacks home, will he be able to fight his new addiction?

 FloppaFive Gave me the idea and offered to write a short story for each part.

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