An enormous shadow loomed over you as RD descended from the sky, her idea of a "soft" landing still shaking the ground around you, sending her sweaty roll-covered sea of fat into a jiggling frenzy, breathing heavily as she belched. Her cutiemarks sat upon 6-feet-wide wobbling haunches, her fat flanks wide to the point they were visible from the front as her giant keg of a bloated gut brushed firmly against the ground, bubbling noisily. It was a wonder this blob could still move, let alone fly.