Mr Tummyplay gets up, clears the plates, returns from the kitchen with your fudge and one spoon and looks you straight in the eye. Oh dear, Tummyplay. What will you do, lil plump pudding trapped by h
Yes, sitting there eating dinner. All the time thinking all the fudge is in his plump belly, imagining how fat he will get. First the fudge and now this huge dinner, what a fatty he will be. Mr Tummyp
If I were Mr Tummyplay, I'd pretend I ate the lot, then cook Tummyplay a huge dinner and bring the fudge out for dessert. Mr Tummyplay will have his lil piggy popping buttons.