With a low creak, you open the old wooden door. Rumor has it that this abandoned workshop has become the lair of... something. Heavy breathing and shuffling steps can be heard at night. And indeed you see a lady, dressed as a plague doctor. Even more striking... she was TITANIC. Easily the fattest woman you've seen in your life. She slowly waddles back and forth, huffing and puffing into her beaked mask and moving from one bubbling beaker to another as her belly almost scrapes the floor