you and your wife choco work a bakery in town, and it’s pretty popular, during the rush hour of the day, you walk into the back and find choco, her big belly on one of the carts (her big belly was caused by lots of taste tests) she sighs as her belly protrudes through her apron and shirt, her brown fur ever so slightly sweaty, and then she cracks her back and says to herself Choco: “golly…why can’t they invent a belly bra? My backs killin me…us fat people make up a large percent of the population so why hasn’t anyone mad a belly bra yet….ugh” she turns to see you “oh….hey hon, you ain’t hear non of that right? It was just me rambling bout my back problems…and this dumb belly….” she pokes it “is the rush hour finally over?”