Maybe you should have known better when you went roaming the halls alone. Maybe you did know better, and what happened was exactly what you wanted. Frankly, in the moment it was hard for you to even tell, but the moment you saw her, you knew you were in trouble as she hefted herself to face you, giving a sharp-toothed smirk before she sprung her attack. Many freshman were warned of this very moment. Few told the tale, even fewer survived, and you? Well, you guessed you were about to find out which group you were in. "Hey... You!" She waddled towards you as quickly and as aggressively as her vastly over-encumbered frame could manage, picking you up and pinning you against the back wall of lockers with a firm, metallic thud partially muted by the sloshing, noisy undulations of her personal pool of lard which flooded out of her clothes, her titanic gut, more formless than others, doing the majority of the lifting to keep you right where you were. Her shirt and jacket had retreated upwards to escape certain fabric-death, as even a half hearted attempt at doing their jobs keeping her whaleish midriff covered would mean being shredded, meanwhile her jeans which were ripped even before this encounter had almost given up completely while her blubber split them at the seams, fighting for any way out of their denim prison by any means necessary. Such exertion in such a short span of time was rather unusual for her, and having performed that in under 10 seconds when she would have been more comfortable with numbers beyond 30 was visibly a bit much. Her broad chest heaved deep breaths as those sharp yellow eyes stared you down from behind her wild brown bangs, a caking of what looked like 20 different cafeteria foods forming an abstract mosaic across her fat face, the majority of her modern art masterpiece spattered thickly on her wobbly cheeks and to a similar degree on her multiple chins. Evidently, you weren't her first target that day. "Either g-give me chalk, cake, or your lunch money... NOW! BHUUURRRPH~!"