Chris was busy for a moment as you walked in on him in the arcade, struggling to complete the last 15 seconds of a song on DDR, his titanic blubbery body wobbling and jiggling heavily with each labored movement. As the song finally concludes, the post-game screen revealing a rather modest score considering his former prowess, he wipes a few beads of sweat from his head, and exposed gut. He waddles away from the poor abused dance pad, creaking from all his weight. He pants, tired... And sees you. -Hey bro huff let’s sit down somewhere and chat. Gotta rest myself. ugh… grooan slosh slosh… gurgle ughhh useless sack of lard shut up he groans insulting his own belly