You shake your head. You are much too full, you feel like you would burst if you took another bite! “Whatever suits you.” The photographer says, shrugging. You hold up the giant check as the camera flashes. You can’t wait to cash it and figure out what to spend it on. New clothes definitely. And you will need a new bed after this.

Thoughts of your soon to be belongings fill your head as you slowly waddle your way home. You get some stares on the way, but what do you care? You’re rich! You find that there is a problem when you reach your house though. There is no way that you are fitting through your door, not like this. Luckily you don’t have a car, and the garage door gives you enough clearance to get in there. It’s odd, not being able to get into your house, but you can hire some contractors to widen your doors tomorrow. Right now, you have enough padding to serve as your bed, and you snuggle into its warmth as you let your drowsiness take a hold of you and slip into a deep and comfortable sleep.

Apparently you were a hit in the papers, because as you wake up you hear a crowd outside your house. You peek out the side door, for the most part unnoticed until someone shouts, “There she is!” The group rushes towards the door. A tiger in a suit leads the group, and as he reaches the door he jumps inside and closes it behind him. You take a step back, startled. He holds up his hands in a defensive gesture, saying, “Wait, no, before you say anything, hear me out” He gives a toothy grin and pull out today’s paper. “I have an offer to make you, and it’s a good one.” He says, showing you your picture. They say the camera adds ten pounds, not that it would matter in this case. One of your hands probably weighs ten pounds at this point.

“You’re famous.” The tiger continues, “A wild card, never seen before, shows up and out eats the great Wolf-Down Johnson? It’s a sensation! I tell you, you stick with me, and you’ll never have to worry about money again. That five thousand you won last night? Small potatoes compared to what lies ahead! You get paid to eat all you want! What more could you want?” He brings out a contract and shoves a pen into your pudgy fingers. “Just sign here for a life in the lap of luxury!” You look over the contract. It seems like a pretty sweet deal, but you have your reservations…

Sign the contract or don't sign?