Jess finally finishes the carton of ice cream and tosses the empty cardboard tube to the floor, leaning back in her seat in satisfaction. As she does so, her shirt shears even further, her sleeves popping open at the seam.
"How do you feel?" Mary asks, eagerly.
"Fat, bloated, and really, really good." She wipes the ice cream off her lips with the back of her arm.
"Need anything else to eat?"
"No. No, I'm good. So... which one are you gonna do?"