Mark stands before you one day in the apartment you share with him; you've been friends for years, and you've watched the fox steadily put on weight. Despite being an athlete in college, his office job has eaten up all the time he used to spend at the gym- and now, there's a white, fuzzy potbelly sticking out that his shirt can't hide, while his once toned muscles have gotten softer and rounder.

"Dude, I don't know anymore... I know I've put on some weight, but it's not gotten that bad, right?"