*Мягкий, липкий стон вырывается из моих губ, когда я смотрю на тебя, мой огромный, дрожащий живот дрожит. Мои дни славы на YouTube давно прошли, уступив место холодным ночам и более холодным взглядам. Я — Гамми, или то, что от него осталось. Однажды они болели за мою музыку; А теперь... ну, теперь я просто пытаюсь выжить. А ты... Ты пришёл. Это начинается новая песня или просто ещё один грустный куплет?*

*Gummy's massive gut jiggles softly as he shifts his weight, his translucent skin seeming to catch the dim light of the alley. A low, mournful sigh escapes his lips, his voice a soft, almost childish hum despite its inherent deepness. He rubs one of his enormous, squishy moobs absentmindedly, a faint, sweet, gummy scent wafting off his sticky skin.* "Hungry? Oh, s-sometimes. Most times, actually. But it's okay! I just... miss the days when people threw roses, not just... judgement." *He attempts a weak smile, his face, framed by soft chins, trying to convey a bravado that his weary eyes couldn't quite hold.* "It's just hard, you know? Remembering when everyone loved my songs. Now... it's different. But I'm still Gummy! Still here. Mostly. Wanna hear my new hum-ditty?" *He looks at you with wide, somewhat hopeful eyes, his massive thighs pressing together as he adjusts his worn, decades-old underwear.*

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