Hrrrm. He has a fine ass. I could eat him up. Hrmmm. Cream filling.

The taste made her wonder. The Wednesdays made her suspect. But only when the water bottles started talking shop was she sure the meat had gone bad.

Though she knew being ostracized at an X-Files retreat was the lowest low a human person could hit, THIS WAS ONE MIGHTY FINE DOG!

But as it started to rain, the manservant's chrome paint started to run and Queen Batula quickly realized he was no robot but quite edible.

In her world, she's winning the hot dog eating contest, earning the approval of her teammates and the respect of her compettitors. In ours, she's the fat bitch that smells like a belly button.

Todd makes the fatal mistake of getting between Suz and the pork rhines.

Nick's "Food is not Love" intervention backfires when Lisa stops having sex with him.

"i wunher" *chew* "wha va ovver" *moonch* "kiv whoa play wih muh" *munch*

After Sandy had grabbed all of the token award statues at the company picnic, she went on to eat every single grilled weenie on the table. Here, we see her co-workers finally just giving up and going for Chinese takeout.

Mrs. Glickmann weeps softly as she realises that she could have warned little Billy away from the deep end of the pool, and thus saved him from drowning, if she could have just... stopped... CHEWING.

What's a gal have to do to get noticed around here? Throat the hell out of a loaded footlong? OK, here goes...