Fight Hanger.

You know the feeling. You waited too long to eat, and you're miffed. More than that: you're irritated. With each unappeased stomach rumble the irritation blooms into anger, but it's not any old anger. This is Hanger. Capital H for a reason. This is serious stuff.

You've been introduced to the Hungry Ladies over the last few posts, but you're yet to know, really know, the extent of their hunger, and by extension, their ever-threatening and very terrifying Hanger.

Before we go any further in our relationship, internet, we need to be totally honest with you. If this is going to progress, we have to wipe the cheese slate clean. Start from a fresh plaice. You need to know exactly who you're dealing with here.

We can be nasty. We can be downright despicable. We've been known to butt passersby out of the way in the street to get to a table. Plough through the restaurant queue. Pull hair (sometimes each others'). We even, we're ashamed to admit it, knocked down a granny once (or twice). Hangriness is a terrible affliction, and all five of us, unfortunately, have it.

If you can forgive us our occassional outbursts, our moments of human weakness, our salivating salaciousness, this 'thing' we've got going on here, will work out just fine. As long as you keep us well fed and watered, you'll know us only as the Hungry Ladies, as ever we are, however full and happy we may be. Keep your wits about you, though. Hungry can turn to Hangry in an instant. And, by God, you do not want to meet 5 Hangry Ladies, whomever you may be. Even if you're into that sort of thing.

But post-Hanger, we're adorable. Promise. Just like this puppy.

Yes, puppy, we all are. Truly. Now pass the burrito(s). Stat. There's a hulk inside us we need to keep down.

Incidentally, this picture gets 5 Hungry Ladies for cuteness on the Hungry Lady rating system.