-First year at uni and living on campus
-I am 19 years old and have recently gotten into boxing and bodybuilding.
-I'm working out a lot and am a skinny 19 year old with a a fast metabolism.
-I starting eating a lot, like huge fucking meals and I always need more food.
-My meals start becoming so large that they don't fit on a normal plate. To fit all my meals into one container I now eat out of a very large plastic Tupperware which my hall mates dub my 'trough'.
-Summer arrives and I've packed on some mass but am still boxing a lot as well and my appetite is always ravenous.
-I get a job over the summer at a local supermarket and get that sweet staff discount on food so I can now afford to eat more than ever!
-I decide that rather than go home for summer like everyone else, I'll stay on campus, work over summer to earn some money and continue my routine of eating, lifting, boxing and fucking.
-My current dorm is due to be demolished over the summer (we were the last year there) but as campus is generally empty over summer (other than the foreign exchange students) my uni agrees that I can stay in another dorm instead.
-My new dorm has a couple of South Korean foreign exchange students living in it. None of them are really fuckable and they keep to themselves so we barely interact.
-One day I return home from having lifted in the morning and boxed for two hours soon after. I'm fucking starving but am excited because today is spaghetti day.
-By this point my spaghetti meal consists of 2 x packs of 400g minced beef, two large jars of spaghetti sauce, and a whole large packet of spaghetti. That's basically the amount of recommended ingredients that you would use to make spaghetti for 4-8 people.
-I excitedly rush to the kitchen and there's a fucking load of Koreans sitting around playing card (2 of my new hall mates plus some of their friends).
-I politely smile and say hello before I start cooking my meal.
-Meal cooked, I dump the contents into my huge fucking Tupperware (the 'trough') and sit myself down at the table with the Koreans who are still talking and playing cards.
-I begin my feast and even though I have trained my mind and body to consume huge amounts of food, it still takes time to eat it all.
-A meal of that size would easily take me 30 mins to eat and sometimes up to 60 mins if I'm struggling to get it all in me.
-I'm slowly and methodically making my way through the food and I notice that the Koreans are talking less and less.
-The more I eat the less they seem to talk and I notice that they don't seem to be playing cards anymore either.
-They're all holding their cards but there doesn't seem to be any movement and they all seem to be watching me with great interest.
-30-40 mins later, I have spaghetti sauce all around my face and the meal is consumed.
-I stand up and suddenly they all start clapping.
-Around 6-10 Koreans are sitting there in awe and giving me a rousing applause for being a Western Beast.
-I nod my head at them, throw my trough in the sink and retire to the bedroom for an epic nap with a full belly of spaghetti.
-To those Koreans I am now Spaghetti Man.
