Mutual Weight Gain Interactive Story

Suggest commands after the section of text is over to continue the story, ala /qst/. Since this story is about MWG, I'd imagine you'd want to direct the story to that goal. Depending on your command, the story's length shall flux. Don't be too unrealistic with the commands.
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>I mischievously ask Matt if he wants to order pizza and drink dad's beer with me.

	The reality of the situation seeped into your mind. A whole three months of freedom, without parental guidance, three months of complete, juvenile rule. With this leadership and control of your life, you wanted to exercise this new liberty as much as you can. A stomach grumble distracted you from this complex thought, hinting at the time of day - it was lunch time, and a filling meal is what you would desire. Of course, with this acquired independence, an impure thought emerged into your mind. "Why not we have a little something special along with it, too? Some nice, cold, tasty and bitter beer...maybe Matt could join in!"

	 Putting on the shirt and pants provided by your past self and rested upon the chair, you departed the pool area and swerved into the house, navigating a couple of rooms to reach the kitchen. Your house was a sizable one, large enough to carry more than a few more members of the family than it had now. Sidling across the wall, arms parallel to one another, you came across the Valhalla that was your kitchen. Equipped with multiple facilities that could function like a chef's kitchen, your little culinary home wasn't something that you used often. But, what was of value at hand here was the refrigerator, the sheet metal's reflection gleaming in your eyes, an imaginary cone-shaped heavenly light shielding it from corruption.

	Letting a quivering hand onto the heavenly thing's handle, you let if fly with a brief moment of tension between you and the refrigerator, the door swinging open. With a crooked grin, you peered right where Dad's beer was. Your grin transformed into an angry frown, as you noted the presence of legible scribbles on a post-it note, where your precious alcohol was supposed to be.

	"Don't get any bad ideas, Maddie + Matt."
								-Dad"

	That bastard! He took your Holy Grail away, that generic six-pack that was typically there was now gone. You slammed the fridge door shut and stomped your foot onto the kitchen floor. You sighed deeply, and reviewed your past thoughts. Was drinking beer at this age really right? If the man did leave enough beer to last you three months, at the end of their vacation, you'd be a drunk lounging upon the streets, begging for that bitter alcoholic liquid. You wouldn't treat your beloved parents to a degenerate on the road.

	Of course, there was an alternative to this sort of food-related endeavor. Rather than let yourself succumb to the future of alcoholism, why not use this freedom to have whatever lunch item you'd like? Something jaunted into your mind at that moment - a perfect circular disk of cheese, sauce, pepperoni and crust. A flawless dish of pizza, envisioned within your mind. You really, really, really wanted pizza. Fortunately, without your parents here, you could eat whatever you'd like! Money was out of the question, too. You traveled up the stairs to confront Matt about what to eat for lunch. Twisting your hand onto the door hinge, you barged on in and delivered your message. "Matt! It's lunch time, what are we going to eat?!"

	Matt shifted his head briefly from his electronic trance. "C'mon, Maddie, you had to come in now? Ugh." Exiting out of his game, and tossing his headphones to the side, he came out of his chair, pushing it into his desk. "Maddie, I had a  6-0 killstreak! I was on fire, until you ruined it. Thanks, Maddie." You giggled, seeing your brother's displeasure. Such a pleasing sight it was. "No worry, Matt. I bet you were thinking the same thing, too."

	"Oh, lunch? That's no problem, Mom will - " He paused himself, his mind now dawning upon this new world of freedom he would live in. "Golly, I keep forgetting that Mom and Dad aren't here. This period of independence is going to take some time to adapt to." You punch his arm. "It's not a problem to me, Matt! We've got a whole lot of time to enjoy this summer vacation, all to ourselves. I say, for our first day, we should celebrate with a feast." You paused for a moment. "Really, I'm just thinking pizza, and a lot of it. Maybe some stuff on the side, too." Matt paused. "Well, we've got the money for it. The matter is, what exactly are we going to eat?"

>What do you order from your local pizzeria?