You were walking along in Motostoke, taking in the sights of the steam-driven city when you spotted a handsome, if shy-looking young man in a Grey beanie, red shirt and jeans, trying desperately to pull his shirt over a belly the size of a Voltorb...

"Rrrgh... C'mon, you daft thing..." He grumbled at his ill-fitting top, his cheeks burning bright red.