[Billy can't help but stare at Teddy's plate a little, because he's thinking about how many chocolate bars went into making this giant one, and it's almost enough to make a guy sick. God, the kind of metabolism he must have to eat all of that. He's already wondering how he'll make it through the one piece he does have.

At least he's used to Teddy's appetite...]

Of course I did. Typed up with in-progress photos, even. But we have to use this newfound power responsibly. There are those among us who can't veer off the diet so much and still fit into our skin-tight costumes.

[At least not without... erm... certain repercussions. Of the bulging-folds sort.]