Another 6 months passed, my hunger and myself grew rapidly as those Dr's Orders kept showing up at my doorstep. Barely able to waddle to make it to my appointment, I had to employ the help of my good friend Khato who was accustomed to carrying some fat boyos around... and who the Dr expressed great concern to him to keep an eye on me as a friend, not to loose a single ounce or it would be absolutely detrimental to my health...
Huffing, puffing and sweating I leaned into that blue yeens shoulder as he helped me squeeze through the door to the exam room. To everyones pleasure, a happy thumbs up of success was shared. Raising a heavy arm of my own I gave a thumbs up feeling my own success. The Dr Was right...I did need improvements on my weight. And I sure got them in the end...

BURRRRRRRPPP~
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Art by  khatoblepas
Dr Strauss:  broadsword
Gear: Me!