It was only 7 minutes through the film, and Mr. Peanut's body was now already seven times bigger, seven-hundred times r o u n d e r and seven-thousand times 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 than it ever was before! He was convinced that he would burst soon, but I stayed by his swollen side and continued to rub his voluptuous belly, reminding him of all the times he pushed through for his friends, and how the people love a man who always pushes through, no matter what. He continued to gulp as hard as he could as he watched his body rising higher and higher until his shoulders were up around his neck, his height increasing more than twofold as his top hat became squished against the ceiling. He felt the peanut butter pushing up towards his cheeks, actually causing them to bulge slightly (which was strange, because not even his nose sticks out of his face normally - I had to draw it that way to compensate).

But he, like the valiant knught that he was, stayed strong, stroking what little of his belly he could reach with care to ease the discomfort and holding his back as he rolled gently onto his rump, his face now in full squint mode as he continued to stuff it. I cradled his back to make sure he wouldn't roll completely backwards. As he rose closer and closer still to the ceiling, he heard a very loud creak eminating from his overstuffed lower half. He broke out in a sweat. His body began to tremble from the excessive pressure. But, despite the intense waves of anxiety, strain, and peanut butter, he did push through - the ceiling that is. I held up another sign: "This is perfect! Action! Destruction! Uncertainty! This is what people live for in these kinds of videos!!" He had well passed the 30-foot mark as the ceiling crumbled around his peanut butter blimp of a body, causing him to make a gasping gesture in response. As arms popped out of my camera drone to retrieve the falling Peanut Butter Creme machine, the midnight breeze swept away his sweat, causing the air to smell of sea salt as he took his hat off, giving it a gentle shake to return it to its normal shape.

I then took the hat from his hand and flopped amorously onto his rounded chest, rubbing his g l o b y head and gazing into his perturbed onyx eyes, holding a Fun-Sized sign up to his gleaming monocle: "You can do it, honey-nut! Remember - it's 23 skidoo, not 23 skidon't!". He smiled at me with his eyes, but then gave his overly overstretched body a look of concern. He continued to stare at it as it carried on groaning, stretching and overinflating, and held up a normal-sized sign: "Even though I have nut yet reached the size of the entire world...I sure as a shell feel like it!!" He heard an even louder creak coming from his body and continued to sweat, starting to consider resigning from the challenge because he didn't want me and a massive audience of about four - no, wait - three people to watch him die in another explosion. He then looked back into my eyes wistfully...

....*crraaack-ck!*

*gasp!*

~To be continued~