I don’t eat much. This always made it weird to go out for lunch with a group of coworkers. “Hey lets order 10 different appetizers!” of which I don’t eat “Let’s get 5 pitchers of Diet Coke!” of which I don’t drink “We need to split this 2 foot tall chocolate cake!” of wich I eat a bit of frosting. Somehow though I’m expected to pay an equal share of the full bill. Luckily I put some memory altering powder in the Diet Coke so nobody remembers where the rest of that cake went.
Today’s Biff learns the moves.