Immovable, maybe, unstoppable, not so much...

Not wanting to waste time, you decide to just charge out. There so way a house made of gingerbread can stand the full force of a ton plus monster! So you take aim and start charging... at least, you try. Your efforts to build up momentum result in you swaying heavily to lift your legs the distance needed to gain any stride past your stomach, making you toss your weight o each side as your foot comes down heavily with each step. The aquardness of it leave you not so much building up speed as making you look like a stubby legged toy rocking back and forth, and by the time you make it to the door, the only thing giving out is your legs, as panting you almost fall against the wall, sweating with the effort you've put forth. You feel light headed, and sway back, falling onto your cushioned rump with a thump.

This is ridicoulous, you so fat you can't even use the weight to your advantage properly! You need to think of another plan quick, before the witch wakes up!

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