Before pushing down the handle on the toaster, Jennifer's hands snatched the Pop-Tarts out of it. "I'm starving," she thought, "I'm not going to wait for them to toast. They're just fine like this."
As she absent-mindedly munched on the first one, she went back to looking for her other sock. Three Pop-Tarts later, she finally located it on the floor in front of the dryer. "Shtoofid maid," she said, mouth full of the delicious marshmallow and chocolate snack. Without bothering to put the last Pop-Tart down, she tried to slip on the sock. But for some reason, it was having trouble fitting around her foot. "Mufft have ffhrunk in feh waff." She swallowed most of what she had in her mouth and stuffed the final one in. As she finished pulling on her sock, she heard a rip from her back. Feeling behind her, she felt a small tear in the waist of her skirt. "Dumb maid ruinf efryfing."
Even though she had finished all four Pop-Tarts, her stomach was still growling with hunger pains. "Okay, okay," she mockingly said to her stomach. "I'll have some cookies or something. Just shut up so I can get to school." She walked back into the kitchen, failing to notice her cheer-leading shirt was starting to ride up as her belly expanded outward.