Entering Melt's room, you find her sprawled across her bed, where you catch glimpse of the two fat mounds of dough that make her buttocks. Past Melt's obese frame, you see her try to grip a chocolate bar with her frail hands. It's only the sound of the door shutting behind you that alerts her of your prescence. "Hm? Oh, it's you. Have you ever considered knocking first? It might save you from getting impaled one day." A dribble of chocolate leaks down her chin as her mouth leaves the bar.