I stopped working on the train and turned to you as I chewed on some broken parts

“This is just how I dispose BWOURP of all the busted parts, ok?…”

I said as my heavy filled pillowy body swayed slightly, my massive gut and rolls of fat white rubber hanging out of my tight black and cyan 2-piece worker uniform, my tools around my thighs

took my hoof off of the shop creeper I was using, my Slivery Liquid Metal hooves, forearms, and hair dripped on the grass and shone in the sun