There was a worrying slither and plopping sound. My left boob felt worryingly light.
I looked down at Mike’s plate. There appeared to be two chicken breasts. One a lot more silicone-y than the other.
There was deathly silence.
Everyone was staring at me. Or more specifically my left boob. Or sudden lack thereof.
This was definitely the first time this many people had noticed my boobs and contrary to my expectations I was not enjoying it.
My chicken filet ex-boob-enhancer slithered down slightly into Mike’s gravy.
‘OH MY GOD, IT’S A BOOBIE!’ he screamed.