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Chance unzipped his jumpsuit, letting his belly spill out of it with a satisfied sigh. Leaning back against the car they'd been working on, he eyed Jake again while idly rubbing his stomach. "So, wait... weren't you the one who said to give these Creeplings a chance? Why the 180?"

Jake sighed, unzipping his own jumpsuit, much to the relief of his confined gut before sinking down to one knee to reach his toolbox. "Look, I know I said that they had probably defected from Dark Kat and seemed friendly enough to keep around, and they -are-. Mostly. But don't you think they're a little -too- friendly? They've been providing us with all sorts of sweets and snacks day in and out and... frankly... Chance, -look- at us. We're -fat-. We can't fit into our flight suits, and I'm seriously considering ordering you the next size up in jumpsuits just so I can start wearing yours. We need to stop eating all these treats and go on a diet, or something!"

Chance arched his brow again. "Yeah? Then why've you been eating those doughnuts this whole time?

Jakee blinked, looking down at the half-empty pastry box than had been switched out for his tools, and the mostly-finished doughnut in his hand. He -was- eating it! He needed to stop! but that'd waste a good piece of doughnut so he just popped it into his mouth. "Something is -wrong-, Chance. Neither one of us can seem to stop eating anything the bring us, and it's turning us into the Swat FATS."

"...So you gonna finish those, or...?"


A re-inked and re-mastered version of the original here in my scraps