Sherrod struggled to make it to the kitchen. The morbidly obese woman had actually walked all the way from her computer to replenish supplies; she had two strokes on the way. A greasy mix of sweat and Mountain Dew dripped from her chin as she grabbed as many bags of Cheetos as her stubby fat arms could hold.

	“Ugg.” She panted, “Hey ajt! We need more uhh... pizza rolls!”

	“Anything for you Sherrod.” Her man-bitch relpied.

	“I uhh.. I thi-”

	She wasn't even able to gargle out the last of that sentence from her disgusting mouth before suffering a heart attack of unrealistic proportions. It was the third time that day that ajt had to call everyone from IRC over to help lift Sherrod.

	“Uhh... soccer.” moaned Dan as he was receiving a blowjob from the dirty overweight skank (she had no other way to repy them for helping her).

	Life hadn't always been this luxurious for Sherrod. In her early days, she ran a website called Encyclopedia Dramatica, which could not pay for her unnatural eating habits. She had tried everything in her power to survive off of this site. This included giving annoying, constant pop-ups to all users, along with sinking down to doing the most horrid thing a so-called “human being” could possibly do: begging for money on the internet.