You look up from your plate and see a real slob of a bear. He had sauce all around his face; his shirt only covered part of his huge belly, and the part showing had crumbs all over it.
“Can I sit here?” He asked, scratching his mammoth gut.
“S-sure.” You say.
“Thanks. No one else would let me sit next to them. He said, setting his plate down.
“You know, you’re pretty cute. He said through a mouth full of ribs. “You wanna be my girlfriend?”
You look over this slob as he belches and say…
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