Knuckles lazily wakes up in the center of the pile of donut boxes, his stomach still bloated from the food. He reflexively caressed it, and noticed how big it was, and his arms looked a little thicker than usual.
Knuckles was relieved that his stress was gone, only to hear the loud rumbling of his stomach when he looked around at the empty boxes around him. "I guess I've got to find some more..."
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