Harley slumped back against the wall while her larger companion continued on about her temporal predicament. "As you can see, this ain't exactly the same place you came from." As if to accentuate it, she reached behind her expansive rear, farted into her cupped hand, and brought it up to her nose to savor the rank scent.
"Yeah, I can see that," she sighed. "Say, where's Mister J?"
Harley's plus-sized partner got a wistful look in her eyes. "He died, I dunno, a year ago. Cherry pie overdose, doc said." She paused to sniffle, but it was stifled by a light burp. "It was rough without him, yeah, but Kitty and Red helped me get through it."
"Oh." Harley slumped down even further, her pert butt finally resting on the floor. She could already feel tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
Hefty Harley waddled over and placed a grease-stained hand on her smaller duplicate's shoulder. "There, there, don't cry now. It was hard for me, too. You know what always helped me whenever I felt down thinking 'bout Mister J?"
"What?" Harley moaned despondently, not even bothering to raise her eyes.
"Gettin' some grub! C'mon, let's go!" And with that, she wrapped her sausage-like fingers around her companion's hand and sped (well, it was fast for her) toward the door. "There's plenty of great restaurants, what are ya in the mood for?"
Harley stumbled along, noticing that it had been a while since she last ate...
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