Prompt:

a real life four-panel comic strip bursting with chaotic, gluttonous joy. Panel one: A lanky teenage boy with wild, tangled dreadlocks sits at a grease-stained diner counter, eyes wide as a towering stack of juicy, dripping burgers is slid toward him—each patty oozing cheese, layers of bacon peeking out, sesame seeds clinging to the buns. Panel two: His hands move in a blur, stuffing burgers into his mouth with cartoonish abandon, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk, ketchup smeared across his chin. Panel three: The burger stack is demolished—only crumbs, a single wilted pickle, and a smeared napkin remain—as he leans back, shirt straining over his now-round belly, fingers laced behind his head in triumph. Panel four: He rubs his huge stomach with both hands, a blissed-out grin on his face, a speech bubble reading *"Worth it."* as the diner’s horrified cook stares from behind the counter, spatula dangling limp in his hand.