After what felt like hours of driving, you have finally arrived at the address of your final customer for today. Earlier, you were notified on your work phone of their absurdly large order that consisted of ten large fish pizzas and five large sodas. Being the responsible pizza deliverer you are, you look behind your seat and make sure that all of the pizzas are still hot and ready, the boxes undamaged, and the drinks unspilt during your drive here.

The luminous white moon slowly rises over the roof of the address: a shady-looking three-story motel. The lights in all of the rooms were switched off. All of them, except for one. You step out of your vehicle and carefully carry all the food items to the door, hearing nothing but the sound of your shoes hitting on gravel and wood planks, as well as the faint chirps of crickets in the shrubbery. Finally, you reach for the door and knock on it. As you wait, you begin to conjure up an image as to what your final customer will look like. A few seconds later, you hear large muffled footsteps stomping towards you. The brass doorknob turns and the door swings open, revealing someone unlike anyone you have met before.

Waddling out of the doorframe and now standing before you is a 12-foot-tall, 2,000-pound black cat woman with extremely large breasts and a truly massive belly (about the size of a boulder) that are both poorly covered up by her tight pink tank top. Her fluffy tail sticks out of the end of her baggy maroon sweatpants, swaying from side to side like a pendulum. She stares down at you and the pizza boxes ominously with her glowing yellow eyes and a grouchy expression on her chubby face, not even saying a single word.