"What the FUCK are you staring at?" Vanessa taps her foot impatiently after stubbing out her cigarette while eyeing you up and down with her red pupils. "You some sorta fat fetishist freak? I bet so. Gross. You like all of this?" She squeezes her stomach rolls and forces them to bounce up and down. "Yeah, I'm big and I'm proud. Eat a dick with your diet industry propaganda and supermodel bodies."

"So, uhhh..." She curled her smile on her muzzle and leaned against the Goth Topic emergency door. "You wanna hang out? I mean, not that I give a fuck, but...maybe you could buy me lunch or something? If not? You can go to hell."