In an effort to keep me from breaking any more restaurant walls, the city decided to take the old stadium and leave me in there, to be catered to by whatever food I wanted. At first it was paradise. I gorged unsparingly for months on end, eating until I nearly burst, sometimes finding myself springing leaks from my back end. Though, after a while the luxury started to fade. Not that I didn't love the food or the pampering, being as large as I was, the city respected me as a tourist attraction, but the place was getting...well...snug. When they were required to open the sky roof, that's when officials knew something was wrong, my fat bulging out of the top of it, they even had to send air support just to feed me! Though, by the time relocation plans, or...uhg don't even mention it but...diet plans, were made, the creaking walls behind me could no longer support it and my ass took out a few blocks toward the south. Whoops.