Banjo was not a smart man...er, bear. But he was able to tell what Kazooie wanted to hear...probably. He used very sound logic to determine that Kazooie made fun of him for being fat, and therefore she considered fat a bad thing. And therefore, calling her fat would be bad, or at least make her angry. He decided to play it cool, and act like she wasn't fat at all. Great plan.
"Uh...What do you mean?" the 293 pound bear asked.
"You know," Kazooie said, gesturing to her 284 pound body. "All this! If you don't notice it, then you're just as dumb as you look!" She was indeed massive. Her titanic belly was packed with pizzas, sodas, cookies, fried chicken (odd that she was a cannibal), candy, more pizza, donuts, fries, hot dogs, more pizza, hamburgers, cupcakes, popcorn, chips, yet more pizza, ice cream, chocolate, waffles, and even more pizza. With her huge soft jiggly love handles, and at least 10 chins, not to mention her incredible rump, it was impressive Banjo could even budge her.
"Well, uh," Said Banjo, still wary. "You may have gotten a...little pudge, but hey! At least you're nowhere near my size!" Said Banjo as he rubbed his stomach.
"Hah! At least you know that much, you grizzly blob!" It had worked. Kazooie had stopped thinking her own fat, once she was distracted. "Anyway, I'm feeling pretty peckish. Maybe put in a second pizza."
"Oh, uh, sure thing Kazooie." Said Banjo as he reached back into the cooler, and took out another box, happy that he'd managed to keep Kazooie from getting mad at him. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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