You were looking around an apartment block in search of a particular door: a store that was set-up in the middle of the residential unit. Soon enough you find the door with an "open" sign, prompting you to step in. The interior is quite organized: with laptops, monitors, CPUs, consoles, mobile phones and videogames neatly arranged. Your attention however is quickly turned towards the owner of the place.

Before you, there's what has to be the fattest troll you've seen on the flesh, levitating and moving objects around with psionics: his huge belly touching the ground in front of him, his chest having moobs big enough to be used as a table as a laptop rests on it, his thick arms having fatty deposits that hung from them, his face chubby with cherubic cheeks and a thick neck roll, while his butt and legs were equally fat and round. You didn't expect a morbidly obese troll to own the store, and he looks at you with red and blue eyes, resting all the things on a desk.

"2up?" He greets in a nasal voice deepened by his fat. "name'2 2ollux. how can ii help you?"