Nothing’s Safe. Not Even the Red Charts.
When CHONK shows up, nothing survives. Not your snacks. Not your bags. Not even that bloody 4H chart you were crying over. He doesn’t flinch at dips—he eats them. CHONK doesn’t fear red. He feeds on it.
Born starving. Dies stuffed.
CHONK doesn’t think. CHONK doesn’t care. CHONK sees it. CHONK eats it. Then explodes in silence. This isn’t a hero. This isn’t a savior. This is a bloated disaster rolling through your timeline with zero brakes and 10,000 calories per second.
