Large-food adventure of the week

Twenty ounces. Of meat. With lettuce, tomato, onions. Monolithic. Irresistible. Free, if finished. "Let's do it," says Justin. Mmmmmmm: warm, tasty, frictionless—conquerable. But silencing. An attention whore. Start eating. Whhhheeew: fatiguing.

Still heavy in the hand. Overspilling. Uhhhhhh: room-temperature, bland, grisly—undoable. No mas. "Do it," says Hubert. So, so chewy. Noisome.

Looks like cow carcass. Pang. Unpalatable. Insalubrious. And. And. "We did it," I say, somnolent.