It was a quiet, sleepy afternoon in the Mystic Ruins... You'd arrived just in time, or so you hoped, descending the station stairs and trekking over to Tails' Workshop. As you approached, you could hear the sound of clattering tools and whirring machines emanating from the inside. Good! He had to be home. You stepped in to find Tails, absolutely ENORMOUS now, working on the Tornado, his colossally fat body jiggling and wobbling with every movement. He finally noticed you. "Oh hey, what's up?"