Where's the beef? I'll tell you where it is. It's in Jasmine Graham's mouth! She sits over a giant take-out box full of teriyaki steak, panting, drooling, waiting to get the go ahead from her fat brain. Her fat nerve cells make her fat arms pick up the teriyaki steak, and shovel it into her fat mouth. "MMMM...TERIYAKI STEAK IS YUMMY!" she shovels more in as her fat vocal chords emit stupid fat people words. She pants over the steak, eyeing more and more as she shovels what's left into her giant food orifice. She pants harder and harder and harder, she's like a dog...a big fat dog. Pant, pant, pant. "EATING IS HARD!" she pants out beterrn slabs of marinated dead cow, all the while panting. It's like she has asthma...Teriyaki Asthma. More and more she shovels it in. And just like that, it's gone. "GONE? NOOOOO!!" The fat wretch pierces the calm, 7:30 AM air, howling for more of the delicious steak. She looks around, finds none, sighs, burps, bows her head in silence. A moment of reflection for steak. She wipes the tear from her eye, and then, sadly, moves on to the chicken.

THE END