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The doorbell rang. The cockroach was standing there looking very smug, dressed in
Armani morning-wear. Kinda like evening wear, but, well, different. At least his mother liked it, everyone else made excuses to go to the pie eating competition and
I could feel my stomach getting bigger as I kept eating and my pants getting tighter as I ate
every last one of the children. That will teach them for being so greedy and eating all my
Jaffa Cakes which I had squandered in my room for the purpose of keeping them away from
that Harley davidson gang with the pink helmets. Luckily no one noticed and everyone had sweet dreams that night.
