As Troy ate at the giant potato chips a loud stomping sound shook the room. My footsteps weren't really booming, but I usually stepped fairly hard. Both to provide a warning and to squash anyone dumb enough to get caught underfoot. I didn't notice Troy as I walked over to the leather couch and eyed the bag of chips. "Oh there they are. I thought I'd taken them to my room. Picking up the bag I tossed a few into my mouth chomping on them loudly before turning around and sitting. My giant butt lowering down right above where Troy is.