The sound of ratcheting automatic wrenches, sizzling welders, and the interlude of exhausted huffs filled the Great Fox's docking bay. Deep within, Slippy was hard at work performing routine maintenance, and some liberally applied upgrades, on the fleet of Arwings that were held at rest by docking systems reaching overhead into the ceiling. The most recent "upgrade" was more of a retrofit, refitting the each of the star-fighters, especially his own, to accept the more... plush frames of the Star Fox team. In the time between the Lylat Wars and their next mission, the team had taken their earnings from having saved Lylat from the evil clutches of the mad tyrant Andross, and put it partially towards taking a long, well-deserved vacation, living a temporary high life until their next assignment came. As the peace dragged on, with no further work to do for the near future, the extravagance continued and their waistlines began to balloon.

As a result, each one of them had become almost obscenely obese. Slippy was no exception. As you stepped into the room, Slippy finally emerged from underneath his personal fighter, polishing off the last of this third box of pizza as he wiped his sweat-slicked brow, his uniform looking as if it would burst any minute now despite countless revisions. His was among the stockiest builds in the Star Fox team even prior to all this, second only to Peppy, but it was still painfully evident to what extent he'd grown. A set of meaty moobs, reaching about a foot outward, threatened to force his uniform apart, while a gut that jutted out some 4 feet made his belt creak ominously, his belly just begging to be freed of its restrictive, strangulating captor as it peaked over it with a graceless weight. Just slipping out from underneath the craft was enough to make his gelatinous mass shudder, rippling visibly up to the double chin sprouting out from his collar.

"O-oh! Hi!" Slippy had to stifle a belch before he could even continue his sentence. The bloated frog had to have packed away at least 3 liters of cola before you'd come in. "S-sorry it's taking so long. I'm almost done! Just a few more bolts and rivets and we'll be- OUUURPH! ready to go!"