Mayl let out a sigh of relief. Roll showed no signs of infection, and retained her lean, graceful figure. Roll cocked her head to the side a bit, curious.
"Mayl? What's the matter? You looked a little... Spooked."
Mayl brushed her hair back, and began to explain...
"It was just on the TV... There's some wacko virus going around, and it's only infecting female NetNavis... And, somehow, it seems to be able to cross into the physical world. It makes them bloat up like whales..."
She let out another sigh, one of exasperation.
"I'm going to have to turn you off until this blows over, Roll. I'm sorry."
However, just as she was about to deactivate her PET...
"Mayl, wait."
Her hand was stayed, for the moment, and Roll began to speak...
"Let me try and handle this. Go and tell the boys, and see if they can jack in. If it won't affect male NetNavis, maybe it won't affect men, either... And, in the meantime, maybe you can go somewhere else. Leave the PET in here, and... I don't know... Get a bite to eat?"
Mayl considered it. With this bizarre virus going around, she might end up being the thinnest girl in town, if she was careful... No reason not to indulge in a meal. And Roll knew how to handle herself... And she wouldn't be alone, after all.
"Well... Alright. I'll go call them up, and see if they can help."
---
Two phone calls and fifteen minutes later, GutsMan, MegaMan, and Roll were jacked in, and standing in the middle of the NetSquare. However, they were not there long before a scream rang out, and a comely female Navi came running from a horde of grinning, spherical viruses, clad in traditional white chef's hats and brandishing covered entree dishes springing after her. She almost looked like she would have gotten away, when a gigantic, fridge-like virus dropped in front of her from the air, blocking her path. In an instant the door whipped open, and a white light cast its frosted glare over her.
"N-no! Noo-oooh... Oh. That... That looks good."
She was brought down to her knees, and slowly shuffled over to the fridge. From where they stood, MegaMan.EXE and his friends could hear the sounds of slovenly, unrestrained gorging. The impish little chefs cast a death glare at the fridge, clucking.
"Tsk! No fun. Stupid Fridge! No fun for us..."
Slowly, one of them drew their gaze past the Fridge.EXE and its slowly burgeoning victim, to the feminine form of Roll.
"Ah! Ah! Look! Another one! GET HER! JAM HER FULL!"
And as soon as the word was out, they all leaped forth into action, intent on stuffing her to the gills...
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