An immensely plump and rotund purple latias lied immobile upon her big, bloated stomach, her mountainous body adorned with the finest robes and jewelry, softly squishing her enormous paws into her thick, squishy sides and looking so smug and satisfied even with her face practically buried in her luscious neck rolls, her voice soft and sultry like silk and honey.

“I fail to see how the lower strata claim we are experiencing a ‘food crisis’ — The Houses of Agriculture have reported record harvests for years!~”