I eat.

I can't explain why. I see food and I stuff it in my mouth. I finish, and think I've eaten too much, but, wait! There's some more in the pan. Better serve up a second helping. It's a disease.

My wife tells me to stop, eat it later. What? Eat re-heated food? It won't taste as good later. But it's getting cold, so I nuke it for 20 seconds and commence the eating.

I eat until my stomach hurts, and then eat just a little bit more. Ahh, the food's all gone. Time to take a nap. But wait! The wife wants to go walk? I don't think so, I'm napping. It's kinda hard work you know. Must get my rest so I'll be ready for the next feeding.

I eat.