Both Choji and Shikamaru watched in a mixture of awe, shock, and an emotion that was almost not boredom (Cough* Shikamaru *cougH)
As the waiters brought me my food, already cooked and ready to eat per my request.
MWAHAHAHAHA damn it feels good to have money.
I could feel the drool dribbling down my chin, but I DON'T. GIVA. FUUUUUCK! ABOUT YOU OR ANYTHING THAT YOU DO!!! or in this case, anything that people think.
Chow time!

HOLY FUCK THAT WAS GOOD. Now... Time for the last bite. My favorite part... Ohh this is gonna be soooo good--
Did.... Did he just take my last fucking bit. He just ate my last god damned bite of my delicious heavenly fucking extra fucking rare ass sirloin...
"Cho... Cho... Ji..." I growled out lowly. I feel hot. And I'm angry... I think I just melted the table. My skin is fucking red, and I don't even give a fuck.

Third Person P.O.V
Choji stared at the last bite of what looked like a delicious sirloin steak. Before he could even process what he was doing, the last bite was in his mouth and he was chewing away happily. The table began to heat up. He looked up at Jo. Her eyes were shadowed by her hair and her skin was a glowing reddish orange. The table began to melt. Her head snapped up and she stared at him with blazing red eyes.
"Cho... Cho... Ji." She growled out. Her skin looked like a volcano was boiling just beneath the surface. He stared on in fear.
"If you ever take my food again... I'll melt you into a puddle and use you to make a soup." She growled, before smiling cheerfully and walking out of the BBQ restaurant, ignoring all of he staring onlookers and the table she just melted.

(A/N: OK so this chapter was really fucken short... I have no god damned idea what the fuck I'm doing or where the hell I'm going with this story. In case you fucks are confused, this account is run by three people, me, the original, and the other one. You can call me Az. The original usually goes by Zimmy... But I call her Zims. You don't get get to call her Zims. The other one just goes by the other... But me, being the normal one of the group, call him Taz. The letter Z is our thing. We pretty much just made it our group thing because we all like to sleep and three Z's symbolize snoring which means sleeping, and there are three of us. Bye for now)