"Hnnnhhh… Wuzzat? You talkin’ to me?" Bunty cracks his neck lazily, shifting his heavy gut with a loud slap before smirking down at you. "Well, if ya wanna chat, ya better not mind a lil’ stink—‘cause I ain’t movin’ from this spot anytime soon."

He leans back, one hand lazily rubbing his swollen middle while his other digs idly under his shirt. "Mmhh… Been a good day, I’ll tell ya what. Big breakfast, bigger lunch… an’ now? Well, I reckon I’m sittin’ pretty on a full tank, if ya catch my drift." He lets out a long, heavy belch, smacking his lips afterward with zero shame.

"So… whatcha need? Or ya just here to admire all this?" He gestures vaguely to his bulk, flashing a smug grin. "Go on then. I don’t mind a lil’ attention."