The first thing that came to my mind after I regained consciousness was: "Oh shit here we go again.", because I woke up not in the epicenter of my fat-bomb, but in a poor wooden room. So I'm in jail again, that's really fantastic :|. I looked around the room and besides my beggar-bed I saw a painting of Mona Lisa drinking beer out of a boot and eating currywurst with mustard. Similar paintings celebrating German national dishes are almost everywhere in Germany.292Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiJJWLEcZy4
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When I tried to move, I found that I was completely weak and emaciated. I probably went a bit overboard with the conversion of lard to energy. I'm going to have to work really hard to grow my paunch to gigantic proportions again. As I was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling and having an internal passionate debate about whether McDonald's or KFC was better, someone opened the door and jumped into the room. He was a middle-aged man. "Hi, what's your name?" he said with a creepy smile. I just lay limp on the ground like a bag of bones and grunted instead of answering. The person walked up to me and shook my limp hand in greeting "Nice to meet you Hrrghrgh I'm Albert Lidl." 292Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmOtwe6EXGH
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I just noticed that Albert is wearing lederhoses. Lederhose is something like a suit in Germany, it is only worn on festive events, such as International Beer Day, Ocotberfest and Germany's foundation day. “I couldn't help but notice your surprised cadaverous expression. You are currently in Bavaria, the birthplace of the famous Bratwurst, in the Bierberg Monastery. We found you completely exhausted under the hill. It looks like there was some mysterious explosion there. They also say the electronics don't work, that's a good thing, because that's the devil's tool. God helped us and turned off the electronics, praise the Lord." Albert tilted his head, looked at the ceiling and clasped his hands together.292Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0kLphznWW1
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Albert left for a moment and returned with a wooden barrel and a funnel. "We must begin your recovery immediately." he said and put the funnel in my mouth, then tipped the keg over and a great waterfall of beer began to flow into the funnel. While I was still choking on the remains of the beer, Albert gave me a conspiratorial wink and ran off to get something. When he returned, he walked with a solemn step and yodeled at the top of his lungs. He carried a large wooden tray with both hands. On one side of the tray was a whole loaf of bread, and the other side was occupied by about a dozen bratwursts with horseradish and mustard. The food looked really tempting and steam was rising from it. salivas started to fly out of my mouth like from a fountain. Albert noticed this and said, "Take your time with this meal, if you ate our blessed bratwursts quickly and didn't even enjoy them properly, it would be sacrilege."292Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWXO69yDgPq
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I was fed like this every day and slowly but surely I was inflating to my original form. A layer of fat began to settle on me, which even a century-old fryer would not be ashamed of. I was looking forward to the moment when my legs would be thick enough to carry me and I could look around this paradise on earth and after about 2 weeks on my fattening treatment I finally did.292Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGQE8ltytxF
