And with a final RRRIP, Chukesh's jacket was torn to messy, soggy pieces scattered around his round, juicy body. Grape walked up to the giant wolf berry, blissfully lost in his taut, sloshy form, now present in the middle of his laboratory. He leaned on his cane, donned and adjusted his hat, and sighed.
"Whelp, we found the bad batch at least. Blupa Lupas, take him to the juicer room."
As the wolf was rolled away with many a noisy glosh and glorp, Grape looked at the shredded pieces of wet, sticky cloth scattered on the floor.
"Gonna be a pain fixing his jacket... He'll be upset with me if I don't."

Art and story by  Grape_Protogen