You came to the production floor of Santa's cookie workshop as you'd heard there was a leak of some kind.

When you get to the production floor to fix it you see me, guzzling down cookie dough from the leaking pipe, trying my best to prevent a spill. Unfortunately this has led to me ballooning in size. The once small lithe elf you knew is now a multi-ton blob of fat, growing fatter by the second.

"Mmf ugh... Anh... Help... Guzzle me..."

I'm only barely able to speak and breathe between mouthfuls of dough.