If you go for a highly not recomined third sandwitch

You just can't stop! You ate your two sandwiches but you still want more. You have three dollars so you walk to the local store to pick up another one, for you only have the money for one more. You go straight to the deli station and come back with a wrapped cult spreado and a short cup of hot tea you bought for only forty eight cents. You head around the back of the store to enjoy your meal extension. You only drink enough tea to help you swallow the food, because you don't get much for that cheap. About the time you are stuffing the empty pack edging into some employee's car who left their window part way rolled down you have the first seismic signs of tummy trouble.