Chantal is so stupid dumb purposely dense. The correct descriptor is hard to find, because she is not unable to learn; she is unwilling to learn. It takes too much mental energy away from continually obsessing on all things food. Her ghost story bullshit is just her trying to find the magic script that will allow her to continue to gorge her gourd-like face and rake in the big bucks. Things were looking up for a bit with AnimeSucks appearance, but her idiot husband decided to put the kibosh on her providing public food porn. Hey Chantal, or should I call you Marie Pondue? Or perhaps Krista Bisaillon? Melissa Wolfe? You must have a sock account so you can provide ASCAS some private fart and gorge porn, non? You don't think of them as human, you don't think of them at all. You keep your mind on the money, keeping your eyes on the wall.
Meanwhile, Chantal the addict is consumed by the thought of getting that next fix. She watches mukbangs, she reads menu's, she looks at recipes, until something sparks her next "craving". She scrolls her food apps frantically, looking for the 'deal' that will make it easier for her to convince Salah the Dim to order fass food "one more time". I think things are growing ever tenser in the Seaside Fartbox, and the need to do almost anything to increase her Youtube income is in conflict with Salah's need to be seen as the Arab Man In Charge. He hates being made of fool of by Chantal, but he also needs to make those Temumobile payments. Plus, I think he has finally figured out that Chantal will lie and tell him just about anything to soothe his immediate anger, just as long as he gives in to her addiction. She is even pretending that she is really, truly trying to 'cure' her addiction, and so far, Salah believes her. OA?, Diabetes Education? She's looking into it. She's planning big changes. Just watch, it's a lifestyle change. She's going the distance. She's going for speed...
Hey, Poopboy, dealing with an addict is no fun and quite the learning curve. Some people never can stop enabling their addict. Assuming that he actually cares somewhat for Chantal, he is left with an almost impossible choice, but Chantal could care less about the damaged people she leaves in her wake. He is just a small sandy speedbump on her road to Burger King.
Move, Bitch. Get out da way.