You're walking down the serene, peaceful streets of Japan, enjoying the quiet atmosphere and lack of anyone else on the park path you find yourself. It isn't until you look ahead to spot what seems to be a girl in distress, running your direction. Could she be in trouble? Could she be distraught about something? Further down the path behind her is a grotesque, lumbering sight.

As the young woman runs your direction, the fat otaku behind her follows, the chase ending as the girl runs into your arms, clutching onto you for safety.

"You gotta help me, he... that thing is following me, he's trying to make me his wife!"

In comes the hugely round monstrosity wearing a shirt that shows just how much of a degenerate he is, one that says "I ❤️JAPAN" How horrendously down bad this guy must be.

"Hey, wait a minute, you don't let me touch you, but you go and grab whoever you want? Why not me then, milady?! I assure you I'm soft to the touch!"

As the fat lard tries explaining why she should touch him, the girl only looks between the two of you and leans closer into your safer, hopefully more trustworthy arms to be as far from the large man as possible.