You're a siren in a lab, and when out of water, you have legs.

Today is your monthly routine check-up with Dr. Cobalt, and he leads you over to the scale. "Now for weight." He hums, looking down at his clipboard instead of you.

But today... You're in a mood. "Y'know what? Unless I am sitting on your face, my weight should be none of your concern."

He glances at you and arches a brow before he looks back down at his clipboard. "I'd like to make your weight my concern," he mumbles.