And so it was that the following year, Chris and Dave could be found in a side street in Grimsby, in the new Grimsby branch of Big Bite. They had everything as they had dreamed it: The Hot Pan and Oil pub was next door, and they had a great flat above Big Bite equipped with a huge kitchen and oil on tap. In fact, after they'd lived there a few weeks, they had oil on almost everything.

The pub had been renamed in return for a bag of fried doughnuts a day for the landlord, and Chris had managed to get a sponsorship deal with Fisherman's Friend, which helped bring in a lot of the locals. So the business was booming as Grimsby ate and ate.

Things were going well for the pair; opening their Big Bite business in Grimsby had been the best moment of their lives since two minutes beforehand when they had finished off their bag of chocolate fried flapjack. Sam, the landlord of The Hot Pan and Oil, had become a good friend, although they considered him a bit of a panda when it came to food since he would normally only want 3 meals a day, and only one plate of food each time.

Sam, in return, found that his business had got better and better, and his stomach had got bigger and bigger since meeting Chris and Dave. He was generally happy with things, and had acquired quite a taste for fried blueberry doughnuts. There was also a fourth person who had become very close friends with Chris, Dave and Sam, and this was Bert. Bert was the cook at Big Bite who also served customers when the others were busy on their lunch break.

The four of them regularly had bridge nights, where they bridged the gap between supper and breakfast next day with an all-night calorie feast. These had become somewhat famous in Grimsby, and hence Chris and Dave were demi-gods in the eyes of many locals who could only wish that they were able to join in.

"Dave!" screamed Chris as he trotted in one morning as fast as his little legs could carry him whilst still supporting his weight, "Read this".

Dave dealt with the bit of paper thrust into his face, and read the main headline of what seemed to be a rotting newspaper. "Government to Ban, hey, what's this greasy bit come off?"

"It had my fish and chips in. It doesn't matter. Read the blasted thing."

"Government to Ban All Fried Food Establishments. This act comes after the NHS has been complaining about a literally huge increase in hospital patients, many of whom are seeking treatment for obesity. The Health Secretary has blamed the increase of fried food in areas such as Grimsby for the weighty problem..."

"It says we're going to be closed down within the next three months. So much for the Big Bite Empire."

"So much for my lunch in three months time. Remember when we were at Uni and we used to think? I think we need to start doing that again."