My brain let slip to my stomach, “He brought a boatload of food home,” ‘he’ being me.
My stomach immediately began berating me to go eat things. “The Neurons told me you have dark chocolate coconut cups. Let’s eat a couple of those.”
“No.”
“They said there was a sandwich in there. Let’s eat that.”
“No.”
“What about the canteloupe?”
“No.”
“Come on, man, let us eat something. We’re starving here.”
“You’re not starving. You had a large breakfast. What’s the matter with you?”
My stomach groaned. “Fooooddd.”
Honestly, you’d think I haven’t eaten in a year, the way my stomach is going on.
Michael Seidel, writer 
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