Mewtwo had just drunken his tenth gallon, and let the bottle drop from his hand. <I want to be inflated and all, but I just can't drink anymore.> He thought with great strain in his voice. Mewtwo's belly had grown out quite a bit. It was hanging three feet down, and was two feet wide. It sloshed, audibly, from side to side with every breath the powerful psychic took. Not to mention, he was having a pretty bad case of gas.
<It's okay!> Mew projected in a very happy tone.
<It is?> The confused clone said, before belching.
<Yep! I just needed to get the cola in you! The most important part is up next!>
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