It would be funny af to watch the family in one of those shows where the moms make a bigass breakfast actually eat it instead of taking a bite of toast and running off to waste food. The funny part comes after these people have eaten pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, toast, a fuckin suckling pig and then they have to try to continue the day. They're just sitting there like agh christ, top button on their pants undone, praying for death, meat sweats flowing.
Mom cackles with glee as she brings out brown bags dripping with grease, flames dancing in her eyes. Her arms extend impossibly long as she hands the bags to her overstuffed family saying in a menacingly sing-songy voice, "Don't forget your luuuuuunch."