"I'M STILL HUNGRY!" reeee'd the Euro fat At a coffee shop.  Sitting next to me is a person and his livestock companion presumably originally from France (maybe Quebec). They had a monsterous breakfast.  The human ordered an omlet, the cow he brought with him ordered a large slice of quiche, a coffee flavored milkshake, a side of bacon, a side of hash browns, and ate half of her human's omlet.  They look to be winding down the meal and he asks for the check.  The steer gives him a death stare and says angrily, "But I'm still hungry," it's voice trembling. He sighs loudly, as if this has happened before, and says "We will be late if we don't leave now." The hippo stomps the ground and slams its hooves on the table hard enough to rattle the flatware.  At this point a lot of customers look over. It growls, "But I'm. Still. Hungry." pausing for angry emphasis between each word. "You had a big breakfast, we need to go." This time the beast shouts, actually shouts like a petulant child, "I'M STILL HUNGRY!" "Fine," the cucked little man says in the shadow of the angry creature's rage, "fine."  There is a look of defeat on his face.  He can't look the beast in the eye. Eurofat turns to the waiter grinning and orders three pastries, which it wolfs down quickly in silence, while it's owner literally is elbows on the table holding his head in his hands, shaking it slowly.