"What do you mean you still don't have the code for the doors!?" Fox was yelling at his intercom as he floated a few feet above ground. "Sorry Fox, but turns out that the door codes are a lot more complex than we first thought. Slippy's already passed out from an all-nighter three times already." Falco said, accompanied by a soft moaning sound from somewhere in the background. "Well, can you please at least fix the gravity in here? Do you know how long I've gone without any of my usual training routines?" Fox was poking the large gut pushing up his shirt. 14 days of food and no exercise has really taken a toll on his body. His limbs have blimped out, his face had soft round cheeks, but most of all, his belly was so large, Fox had a hard time pushing his shirt down halfway, let alone cover the whole thing! "...Seriously guys, you don't wanna know just how much I've...changed." "Sorry, but I think the wiring was damaged, and it'll take even longer to fix that. Don't worry, we'll find out once we get the doors open. Just hang on until then. Falco out." Fox began trying to do crunches again, but without gravity, it was nothing more than bending your back. "*sigh* I don't even know why I keep doing this..." His stomach began rumbling again, and so he began floating to a crate full of food rations nearby.
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