"Y'know, a little snack here, sounds nice... How's your entire menu taste - asking you, since you clearly know your way around it, butterball..."

Butterball? Did he just call you, "butterball?" How dare he! You held back the grimace you so desperately wanted to make, leaving your chubby cheeks unmarred by the offense welling up inside you. How could you be blamed for being a little on the rounder side? You'd even lost weight, after all, even getting a gym membership by using part of the bonus given to you for that blowout sale of a cartoonish amount of greasy, indulgent burgers. The gym was grueling, yes, but it was worth it to start to see your toes again, after the disaster involving that same incident that gave you your bonus!

You could hardly think of what happened to that gluttonous mountain of a raccoon afterwards - even though you lost the weight quickly, the obese plateau you'd bottomed out at must've been obvious, if that lion-creature had the gall to call you "butterball!" So what if you have, in fact, tested every item on the menu? So what if you gobble through all your favorites weekly? You certainly weren't fat enough to be called, "butterball!"

And like he was one to talk... this cat-thing thought he was so slick with his catty attitude, and bulbous scorpion tail... Wait, did that make this lion creature a manticore or a chimera? You're leaning towards manticore, but you don't often see creatures from Greek myth waltzing into burger joints... You always figured legends like that would hold feasts in imperial estates, huge castles, or deep lairs!

But no... this one waltzed in here... and called you, "fat." Well, he was already looking pretty fat himself, wasn't he? No... again, he called you, "butterball," far worse than fat... Oh, you'd show him the true meaning of that insult. You couldn't tell if he was joking with the order or not, but you'd make sure he got what he deserved, and more... Corporate sent out a shipment of that new "appetite enhancer burger Mk. 4," or whatever it was called, meant for already woefully obese employees like yourself, but there's no reason that a customer can't test it out...

"Sure thing, sir... everything on the menu's great, except... well, there's this new item on the menu, and I just haven't tried it... There should be one coming off the grill shortly, would you like to chow on that while you wait on your order? My treat..."

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Here's a commission for  MrPanPan, featuring his handsome manticore character. I've never drawn one of these guys before, so it was a lot of fun taking a stab at it - especially when the manticore transmogrifies into a pudg-icore in the second drawing, haha! Thanks again to  MrPanPan for commissioning me!

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