Gwenth steps in to see her girlfriend Ares starting to take up the living room of their apartment as a massive blob of flabby metal. Thinking quickly and remembering the anatomy lessons she gave her, Gwenth takes the golden crest from Ares chest.
“Problem solved!”
“It’s not!” Ares’ interjection and attempted lurch forward sent waves through her expanded gut and thighs. “If it doesn’t have a place to put the mass it’ll backup and explode!”
“Uh, uh! Ok Solved!” Gwenth slapped the Golden V onto her chest. “Problem Solved!”
“No, you just moved it to yourself now. How about you get out of the apartment before we exceed the weight limit.”