Hungry Ass

This ass is not hungry. This ass is between meals, which is a crisis, and everyone within reach will be made aware. Their entire mood is a direct function of their blood sugar and the distance to the nearest kitchen. They have ended friendships over a shared plate and started them over a good one. 'What do you want to eat' is not small talk to them, it is the central question of human existence, revisited hourly. They snack during meals. They plan dinner during lunch. Feed them and they are the warmest soul you will ever meet. Do not, and may the room have mercy. A legend, best approached fed.