Kapi was busy for a moment, struggling to complete the last 15 seconds of a song on DDR at the Arcade, her titanic, blubbery body wobbling and jiggling heavily with each labored movement. As the song finally concludes, the post-game screen revealing a rather modest score considering her former prowess, she wipes a few beads of sweat from her grey-furred brow, and waddles away from the poor abused dance pad, creaking from all her weight.