[center][b][color=000000][h1]Madison[/h1][/color][/b][/center]


	Since Big Alf's Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner was open all hours, it had swinging saloon-style doors. Soon after the rain outside started to fall, Madison pushed through those diner doors, allowing them to slowly flap close behind her while she quickly surveyed the place. There were a good number of people already there to take part in Alf's breakfast menu, which is served till midday. Everyone in the diner stopped what they were doing to gawk at the unsightly mammoth excuse of a woman. Eyeballing them all with a sneer, she soon spotted an empty table near the center of the room and made tracks in that direction. The floorboards creaked underweight with each step she took, while customers near her path started gagging on her stench and murmuring discriminating comments under breath. 

When Madison took a seat, the chair itself seemed to groan beneath the stress. Every customer for a four table radius took up their plates and scattered to other tables in an attempt to escape the smell. Some even vacated the premises as they held their noses and tried not to let the impulse to vomit get the better of them.  The menu had quite a good range, though. Madison flipped through the pages, her strained breath wheezing as she perused the many options. 

Eventually, and less than willingly, a young female waitress hesitantly shuffled her way to Madison’s table, stopping a good two meters away to take her order. The poor girls face was already pale, eyes glazed with impurities, nostrils fibrillating and jaw trembling in her attempt to bear the eye-watering offense. 

“May I.. M-m-m… may I take your ord –“  

It was no use, the young lady was cut off by her own vomit filling her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, her lips pinched, and body took a hurling pose. Miraculously, she stopped the vomit from exiting, swallowing the vomit as a tear ran down her cheek and she straightened her posture. 

Madison slammed the now closed menu down on the table in front of her, then practically snarled at the waitress while demanding her food – 

“I want your Big Alf’s Complete Breakfast! I want a steak with roast potatoes as well, with a [i]full[/i] dish of mushroom sauce! Don’t you hold out on me, you hear? I want a side stack of pancakes with syrup! I want this thing you bastards call a Big Alf’s Beef and Bacon burger, [i]hold the salad[/i]! – What the hell ya serving salad with shit for anyway? I also want a full rack of Pork Ribs with Plum Sauce – again, don’t go easy on the sauce like a bunch of tight-ass misers! You hear me? And what is this thing you have, [i]Fries[/i]? What are they, strips of potato or something? Huh? I’ll take myself a serve of them as well! Make that two serves! Salted!” Madison paused for a second, glancing at the closed menu to recollect her options, then continued in an equally nasty tone: “I want three serves of Ice Cream and Fried Banana for dessert. Give me some fruit as well, keeps me regular, you know what I mean, you [i]Skank[/i]? And, oh yeah, throw in a side of Lemon Pie. A slice of Apple Pie as well – and don’t you dare skip on the cream! Don’t forget a stack of Eggy Cinnamon Toast and two serves of Pudding!” Madison paused again to seal one nostril, shooting out a gob of snot from the other, which slapped down on the floor at the waitresses feet, and then concluded her order in a grungy tone; “A Jug of Milk and another Jug of Water! – And don’t take too damn long, Skank! I haven’t got all [i]damn[/i] day, you hear me??” 

At this point the waitress was visibly dizzy from trying to hold her breath as much as possible. She was rolling her head about awkwardly, body swaying, while attempting to siphon the air with thin lips to catch a clean pocket of oxygen. But she wasn’t about to argue with Madison about half of her order not being part of the breakfast menu, and she didn’t even question whether Madison could actually pay for all that food, some of which were the more expensive items on the menu.  She just wanted to get the hell out of there as soon possible. Still, she didn’t have the strength to speak another word without spilling the content of her stomach all over the floor. She simply nodded, turned, and scuttled away to the kitchen to deliver the order, as fast her legs would carry her.  

Roughly thirty minutes later the delivery was made, three cooks from the kitchen, making a total of two trips each, delivered her order and made their retreat without saying a word. They didn’t dare prolong the situation with unnecessary chatter. 

Madison didn’t thank them, of course. She quickly got absorbed in her feast with the pained eyes of everyone in the diner watching on in morbid disbelief.