[i]Best. Idea. EVER.[/i] Alphonse thought.

He hadn't been satisfied with just a pile of bacon, he had had that countless times beforehand. But now that he was in a wondrous buffet such as this, a simple plate of bacon wouldn't do. He needed to raise his standards, a commoner's pile would not do justice to the veritable feast, right in front of his eyes. So he had gotten creative.

He had a field day, touring the breakfast buffet, and piled an assortment of goodies on his plate. He grabbed a waffle, 3 sausages, four eggs and a whooole lot of bacon. He put enough bacon to fill any gaps in his plate, then he layered a large amount of bacon on top of all of his food and finally another waffle on top. He also grabbed a tall glass of orange juice, his favourite juice, for after he finished his creation.

Firstly, he flipped a waffle upside down and piled some bacon on it. He used about a third of it, which was enough for 2 or three layers of bacon. He placed an egg on top of the bacon, then sliced his sausages and put half of one on top of the first egg. He then piled on another sixth of the bacon, another half of a sausage and another egg. He then mirrored the entire process to complete his Unholy Tower of Bacon.

There was probably enough cholesterol in that to kill someone. Maybe.

To finish it off, he poured some syrup onto the waffles.

[i]Hm.[/i] He thought. [i]I might have a lot of trouble eating this.[/i]

The Unholy Tower was about 10 centimeters tall.

[i]I guess I could just change my mouth size,[/i] He mused. [i]But I don't really want to flash the whole school here.[/i]

The only way he was going to get to taste the Unholy Tower in all its glory, was to crush it. Just a little bit. He grabbed another plate and tried to gently lower it and slowly press the Tower into a smaller size. He lowered the plate until he felt like it would actually crush the Tower and then he took the plate away. The Tower for the most part looked unharmed, but the egg yolks had splattered a bit and were running down the Tower. It looked like the Tower had been reduced to a size somewhere around 5 centimetres.

[i]Success.[/i]

With that ordeal out of the way, it was time to test his creation. He picked up the Tower, mindful of the yolk and syrup dripping down together. He put it in his mouth and took a bite.

[i]Holy. Shit.[/i]

It tasted exactly how he'd thought it would. The syrup contrasted and accentuated the meats and the egg, while the runny egg yolk magnified and amplified the flavour of the thick layers of bacon. His teeth encountered little resistance as it tore through the layers of the Tower, and as he chewed his mouthful, he could taste all the flavours combining into an unholy, delicious conglomeration of goodness. He eagerly chewed his mouthful, eager to get another. In but two short minutes, the unholy tower had been demolished and devoured. 

Alphonse sat back in his chair, orange juice in hand, with a contented sigh.

[i]Best breakfast I've ever had.[/i]