You went to check on your friend in the hospital after his last cardiac arrest drove him from being dragged out of a hole in the side of his house from paramedics to a sterile room in a bariatric ward meant for patients teetering to immobility or beyond a ton.

"Oh...Huff Puff...Hey, man..." Mawashi lazily raised his bloated palm up for a meager wave before dropping it back down on his sagging bosom. "Thanks for comin'...I guess I ate too much last time I was at your house, huh?" Every part of him was bloated with blubber, his skin was discolored and foul even after being recently spongebathed, and his diabetic toes were thick with fat as they wiggled. "Did you sneak any food in? A candy bar? Come on! You gotta have something! I'm starving here!" He frowned with fear you came empty pawed as sweat trickled down his buried muzzle and soaked into his damp fur.