You heard rumors that Dialga had let himelf go recently, so you decided to check up on him. He was resting his obese form on top of Spear Pillar, his fat jiggling as he snored. He then sensed your presence and opened his eyes. "You disturb me in my nap hour...this better be interesting..." He slowly rises on all fours, his obese arms and neck making him look even more plushy. "What is your business with the God of Time? Speak." Dialga spoke in a groggy tone as he woke up.