"Hnn!"

The clay golem squeezed out of the all-you-can-eat buffet, their gelatinous belly sloshing against their thighs, a tidal wave of doughy flesh that nearly toppled them forward. The wooden floorboards groaned beneath their weight, sending a tremor through the building. Their cheeks puffed with the effort of each waddling step, arms swinging uselessly at their sides—like overstuffed sausages—while leftover pancake syrup dribbled down their chin.