“Seriously dude, that is too much bacon!” Paul hated his room mate more now than ever before. A feat which he previously thought impossible. After all, what could possibly surpass the great hamster experiment of 2017?
Loving bacon is one thing. Paul himself enjoyed bacon, but at normal non-sociopathic levels of enjoying bacon. What George was doing was beyond the scope of human decency. Four pounds of freshly fried bacon piled on a plate, about to be devoured and washed down with a quart of gas station tequila.
George claimed holy direction and dug in. Paul fingered his rosary beads.