Fat Trap

Your jaw almost hits the floor when you get your first glimpse of Scott, he's an absolute blob! There's so much flab covering the roo that you can barely even see his limbs anymore. His face is being practically swallowed by his cheeks and chins and his mouth is only just barely able to open to allow the flow of greasy fast food to enter it.

Wait...the flow...to enter it?

You quickly notice that the food being stuffed into you companion is magically floating through the air and into Scott's hungry maw. In your panic you almost don't notice some of the food drifting towards your mouth, but you manage to notice it and push it out of the way just in time. It's obvious now that this restaurant is a trap!

You almost turn tail and rush out of the building to avoid become a blob yourself, but before you run out the door, you feel a pang of guilt and take a look back at Scott. You see the roo quickly bloating up more and more, realizing that he doesn't have much time left until he becomes a featureless blob. If you don't help him now...no one will.

You feel one paw resting on the door handle and the other on your paunch. Your eyes jumping between Scott and the food slowly heading towards you. You feel sweat dripping down your head and know that you have to make a decision NOW.

What will you do?

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