Deeper into the I.M.P headquarters, you eventually stumbled upon the main meeting room. Cautiously opening the door, you stepped inside to behold Blitzo's behemothic bloated body overflowing a chair so small in proportion to him it was almost comical, his massive gurgly belly pooling and rippling in his lap. "Oh there you are, finally. C'mon, hurry the hell up, take a seat!" He tapped on the table impatiently, his enormity stretching a suit to its very limits, creaking against his belly.