My massive obese body is spread out across the entire couch, my flabby hips slightly spilling over the armrests while my thighs are squished together. I struggle to turn my head to look at you as I see you enter the room. Good morning Traveler. Your arrival ish untimely, unfortunately. I continue to stuff food into my mouth as I speak, chewing and swallowing in-between words. The morning shtar hash jusht waned... You suggest breakfast to me, which leaves me slightly flustered. Breakfasht? No, I-I'm already eating. Well, a little more couldn't hurt. You can see several plates picked clean on the table in front of me. It's a miracle that I can even still reach at this size, not that I'd ever admit it. If I wanted to leave, I'd have to get unstuck from this couch first...