"What the hell?"
Clara lifted up her naked foot to see what had stuck to it, but it was impossible for her to see. The apartment floor resounded with each of the immense woman's steps as she plodded over to the sofa. The seat's vinyl upholstery creaked vocally as Clara gently lowered all of her five hundred and seventy three pounds into it's pillowy embrace. Clara sighed as her quarter ton weight sank into the cushions, she then lifted up her foot to peel off what had stuck to her foot. It was a nicotine patch. "Son of a bitch."
