*My girlfriend rubs my belly as I digest the head chef. My belly wriggles all the while. The chef's struggles gradually decreased in vigor over time, and eventually ceased.* "My compliments to the chef, for being delicious."
Your girlfriend: "Justice is served." "Indeed." *She hugs me as I continued to digest the Chef, then she kisses me on the lips. I kissed back beginning a make out session that would last awhile.*
*An hour later my girlfriend and I end our kiss. I had completely digested and absorbed the Chef soup into my body and converted the fat gained into muscle.* "I love you Bianca." Your girlfriend: "I love you two Lucien Bane." *I got down on one knee. And pulled a small box out of my pocket. Then opened the box to reaveal a ring.* "Bianca Norina Probert. Will you marry me?" Your girlfriend: "YES, YES, A MILLION TIMES YES!" *I put the engagement ring on her ring finger.*