Tails approached the smelly crowd as they were cheering for something that Tails wasn't quite sure of. He made his way past several of the slobs, using his small frame to pass through. Only to see a tube open and a morbidly obese dog covered in yellow sludge exited triumphantly to the sounds of even more cheers.
The man Tails could only assume was running the thing was another fox like himself, only this one was one of the largest people he'd ever seen. After a gargantuan belch it spoke into the microphone. "THAT WAS Uh.... THAT GUY!" He said in a complete monotone voice, It was obvious that this person wasn't all there mentally... although given the crowd it seemed to be a common trait.
Tails plugged his nose from the stench as the Fat Fox continued. "Who will face the Tube Of Doom Next!" He waved his cane around in the crowd while many of the crowd seemed anxious to try. Tails however wanted no part in that and did his best to not attract any attention. However as fate would have it, the obese eagle next to Tails let one rip right in his face, causing Tails to enter a coughing fit.
"YOU!" The Fatfox said pointing at Tails. "Step Right Up And Step Into the Tube Of Doom! Tails attempted to protest, but several eager slobs pushed him into the tube and the door instantly closed.
"HEY! I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS! LET ME OUT!" Tails panicked and beat on the door, and despite it being clear, none of the slobs did anything but laugh. Tails looked around for an escape, and his eyes lit up when he saw a hole in the roof. He attempted to make a dash for it, but it was instantly covered up with a seal which read . "LARD" Tails could barely see the other side of the seal, but he managed to see an ungodly sized canister above him. Before he could think of anything else. He heard the Crowd Chanting.
"FIVE! FOUR! THREE! ONE! GO!!!!" They yelled as the substance Tails could only presume was Lard dropped from the hole at a consistent pace. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" He said angirly trying to push his way out to no avail. The lard started building up at his feet. making it harder to move. He turned to the Fat Fox to try and let him out. " GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
The Fat Fox Laughed. "Best Get to Drinkin then...." He burped. "Or do ya wanna drown? This thin..*urp* Fills up nice and good.... Gotta eat your way out."
Tails was on the verge of tears. He needed to get out, but after what he was told to do.... He grabbed a handful of the lard and tasted it. Tails almost gagged at how it tasted. But ate it anyway.
For the next several minutes Tails did the best he could to scoop up and eat as much as he could, but just like the size of his growing belly, the lard inside the tube was increasing at a pace faster than he could eat. In between bites Tails managed to spot a timer with 14:23 on it and counting down. It had to be the timer. All he needed to do was outlast it. But looking at how high the lard was. There was no way he could last....
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