You'd love to, but awww, you ate 'em all already. Picked the bush clean, you did. Well don't you just feel stupid? Ashamed? I mean, look at you. You've seen whales with trimmer physiques, and your butt naked in the woods. What if someone came along and lost their lunch for sight of you? Ewww.
How this happened, you have no idea, but panic sets in. You look around on the nearby ground trying to find your purse, but you just can't see it. What if someone steals your purse? I mean, how much could you do to stop someone from doing that? You take a few steps, but they're labored, exhausting steps. You're not quite accustomed to being a lardbutt.
It's then that a writhing, angry pain in your gut sets in. Are you hungry? "Hungry" has never hurt like this before. 'Why oh why did you eat those berries, you stupid bitch,' you chastize yourself with your thoughts as the pain brings you to your knees.
What the hell is happening?