Squidward: What's gonna happen? Am I gonna blow up?
SpongeBob: No, worse! It'll go right to your thighs!
Squidward: ...My thighs? (zoom out to reveal his lower half is now disproportionately huge)
SpongeBob: And then you blow up!
—SpongeBob SquarePants, "Just One Bite"
For the ones that make it, the reward is astonishing. Each bite is better than the finest meal they have ever experienced. Each morsel is a decadent delight for the tongue. Faster and faster the wayward consume the food. The voracious eater forces handful after handful down his throat. In his blind need to consume, he does not notice that some of the meat comes from carcasses with an all-too-familiar form. Even if he were to somehow stop forcing food into his own stomach long enough to recognise the fate that awaits him, he could not stop. Given completely over to gluttonous indulgence, the mortal only stops eating when his body fails and he finally collapses into the feast, awaiting the next hungry diner.
—Black Crusade: The Tome Of Excess
