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A furry little fat rat comes racing into the Nexus as fast as he can waddle. He scurries around the furniture and a few unsuspecting Nexusites before climbing onto a chair. There, he pants for a minute or two until he's able to ask his question.
"I don't want to go on a diet!" he blurts out, still agitated. "Dad never had a problem with my weight until Remi started bugging him about it! It's not my fault that I'm a healthy eater!"
He sighs and gathers his thoughts. "Isn't there something I can tell them to get them off my case?"
He roots around under the chair's cushions. "Oh, and is anyone going to eat the crumbs under here?"
"I don't want to go on a diet!" he blurts out, still agitated. "Dad never had a problem with my weight until Remi started bugging him about it! It's not my fault that I'm a healthy eater!"
He sighs and gathers his thoughts. "Isn't there something I can tell them to get them off my case?"
He roots around under the chair's cushions. "Oh, and is anyone going to eat the crumbs under here?"