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Your swelling continues, like a pool toy connected to a large air compressor. "Aye, the haggis is in the fire now," you valiantly attempt to say. Unfortunately, barely a whimper escapes the multiple layers of adipose tissue on your expanding snout, which blocks out almost all of your vission.
You've rolled into a valley of some sort, leaving a long depression in the ground all the way back to the castle. It seems that you wore much smaller when you and Drake parted company, and the castle's structural integrity was catastrophically compromised. There was apparently enough fat on you to cushion your landing like the airbags on a Mars lander, but you have other problems...
The swelling intensifies. Did you remember the instructions on those dratted tanks? You do feel like you're at the whims of a person using a computer in the Midwestern United States, but he's not telling. You've swelled so much that your scales are cracking from the sheer strain. Mabye you should have worked your way up to this state in steps so you could adapt in a slightly less painful manner?
Written by Anonymous American Multipurpose Geek
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