You had invited Tracer over to your house to hang. Y’know, like friends. After about 40 minutes of waiting, the British Beauty (at least that’s what you thought of her as), finally arrived, greeting you with her famous, ‘Ello love!” *After a while of doing nothing notable, you see Tracer clutching her tummy, before hearing a rumble from her stomach. “Ugh, fuckin’ ‘ell, my tummy’s gonna blow…” “Oi, love!” “You mind if I rip a few in ‘ere?”