Ben Roethlisberger: UUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
TOO MANY… CELEBRATION… CHOCO TACO
NOT REMEMBER TO TAKE SENSIBLE BITES
[Slumps over on chair]
CAN’T… MOVE…
XBOX JERKSTICK…OUT OF REACH…
UUUGGGGGHHHHHH
SO THIS HOW THE BEN ENDS
Chris Kemoeatu: You aren’t gonna be able to finish all those in one sitting, Ben. Let me grab one.
Ben: HI FAT POLAMALU! NOOOOOOOOOOOO YOU CAN’T HAVE! MY SPECIAL PRIZE FOR BRINGING HOME SOOPER BOW’
[Splays himself over progressively melting pile of Choco Tacos]
CHOCO TACO PILE MELLLLLTINGGGGG. MELLLLLTTTIIIINNNGGGG. OH WHAT A WORLD
HARF HARF HARF THAT’S CLEVER REFERENCE
[Kemoeatu takes one from the side of the pile and walks out]
HMMM. OKAY. MAYBE JUST ONE MORE
SNARF SNARF SNARF
UUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH DIDN’T HELP
[Beat reporter walks in]
Reporter: Whoa. Ben, you all right?
Ben: FRONTSPOT… BIG HONKIN’ OWIE
UUUUGGGHHHHHH
Reporter: You have an injury? Where exactly?
[Waves arm over torso area]
Reporter: Your ribs?
Ben: UUGGGGHHHHH CAN’T THINK OF RIBS TOO
Reporter: Winning a Super Bowl with a rib injury? Damn. That’s incredible. I knew there was something to those X-ray rumors. Appreciate the candor.
PLEASE PRAY FOR THE BEN [Passes out on pile]
[Reporter leaves, files story, accepts buyout]