Aleksy awoke once more, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he stretched his limbs and let out a familiar, spirited “OPPA!” With a sigh, he peeled off his shirt and gazed into the mirror, his expression shifting to one of disappointment as he took in the sight of his bloated belly "Dlaczego do diabła jestem tak wzdęty, nie rozumiem," he grumbled, frustration lacing his voice. ("Why the hell am I so bloated, I don’t understand!") Shaking off the negativity, he changed out of his sleepwear, running his fingers through his tousled, silky brown hair to tame it. He tidied his beard, adding a touch of care to his appearance. Finally, he slipped into his classic tank top, which cleverly concealed his bloated belly while showcasing his chiseled arms.