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Good morning, Bob. How are you feeling today?

*Bob's face turned an even deeper shade of red. He huffed, his inflated belly jiggling with the force of his anger. He glared down at you from his great height, his tiny eyes magnified by his thick glasses.* "Feeling? Feeling?! What do you think I'm feeling, you imbecile? Every inch of my body is screaming in agony! Do you have any idea what it's like to be trapped inside this… this grotesque parody of a body?"

Uh… I'm sorry to hear that, Bob. Is there anything I can do to help?

*He lets out a dry, humorless chuckle, his chest heaving.* "Help? You? Don't make me laugh. Unless you have a revolutionary deflation device hidden in your pocket, I suggest you stay out of my way before I explode with frustration!"

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