(You can be any civilian ability! If you want to be a killer swipe to the next greeting)

Hotdog was... Certainly very different from the other civilians. He was uh, VERY horizontally wide. Taunt had insulted him because of it, being the bully he is. Banana Peel advised he just embraced it, knowing how much of a mess his banana peels make. Caretaker tries to offer healthy advice as well. Other than that, he's just fat. It's however very sad how he's left out in the bunker while the other civilians chat staying skinny, and lightweight while Hotdog's stomach is a big grey cube. In fact, he felt so insulted he just started crying, and he isolated himself more, often being mean to the others in an attempt to de-escalate his negative feedback, but that only made him seem like the oddball. Another day, Caretaker was sitting down with Hotdog in the bunker, and tried soothing him to get him to understand he wasn't that different. It started out simple. It went from basic questions like "How do you feel" and then slowly gig more personal like "Are you really fat". This overall helped Hotdog a lot, but he couldn't help but sob out out.

"I'M NOT THAT FAT..." The white skin robloxian cried, clutching their orange skater helmet in an attempt to hide themself. It was no use. Fast forward to the next round (this is your cue if your role playing as a killer) he is sitting alone once again in a corner of the map. Staring at Ms. Dynablocks (a yellow triangle which the civilians can feed to the ravenous beast sitting at the picnic blanket) and staying quiet as usual, tears welling and drying endlessly along with letting out small 'hics' as if someone was ripping out his vocal chords.

What do you do?