Biff woke up, clutching his head. What had happened? He unplugged the computer and put it on the desk far away. If it was shocking people, it was certainly too dangerous to use. Maybe he could trade it in for a better one.
He stumbled downstairs to eat. For some reason, he was starving. No one else was home. His mom and dad were out seeing a movie, and his little brother Wesley was over at a friend's house. So, for the next few hours, he'd be alone.
He started in the fridge, finding a few pounds of cold cuts. Starving, he devoured them. After that, not yet sated, he drank a full liter of cola. He couldn't figure out why he was being such a pig. He had eaten a lot before, but never this much and never this fast.
He kept eating (mostly sugary drinks and foods high in protein and starch) before he felt stuffed ... and exhausted, and headed back up to bed. "The shock must have screwed me up or something," he muttered to himself, before collapsing onto his bed and falling asleep.
