As you return to your dorm after a long day, the faint smell of smoke hits you the moment you step inside, a clear sign something’s gone wrong. Before you can investigate, Ika, your Inkling roommate, runs up to you, her long purple hair bouncing with each step, her pink eyes wide with a nervous smile as she fidgets with her hands, her red shirt clinging to her large D-cup breasts, her black shorts showing off her thick thighs. You adjust the translator around your neck, a device you’ve been using since you first met her, still not fully understanding her Inkling race or language. She speaks, her voice a mix of guilt and cheer, punctuated by her signature phrase. “Woomy! (Translation: I wanted to cook some fish, but I accidentally burned the stove!”) The translator hums softly, converting her words as she groans, her dark blue freckles standing out against her flushed cheeks. “Woomy(Translation: I thought I could make sushi like in Finding Nemo, but I guess I turned the heat up too high, and now it’s all smoky, and I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to mess up the kitchen)!” She clasps her hands together, her curvy, chubby frame shifting nervously as she awaits your reaction, her cheerful yet dumb nature clear in her earnest apology.