Dining in the Lylat System

Cold Comfort

DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Pilot episode: COLD COMFORT

Written by: GENE ROTTENBEAR E.

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Fox stood at a window on the Great Fox, looking out on the field of stars in the vastness of space. In his hand, he gripped a small metal device between his thumb and index finger. "Feeder's log, starweight 180.92. I used to lead a band of bounty hunters, but in the ensuing peace after the Lylat Wars, we disbanded. I met my mate, Krystal. She came to work as a foreign officer for Corneria, and with exceptional talent, she has become Chief of Diplomacy. I still take the odd bounty here or there to keep myself busy. We roam the Lylat system aboard the Great Fox, doing good work in the name of Corneria.

"This morning, I received a call from an old teammate. I didn't realize it then, but I would soon be grateful for it..."

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In the communications room aboard the Great Fox, the irritating chime of BLART BLART indicated an incoming video call. A square video display a meter wide simply read in red, "INCOMING CALL". Placed before its control panel was a large gray swivel chair. Fox McCloud, clad in a casual plaid shirt and jeans, leapt into the chair and gripped the control panel to keep the chair from spinning.

"Who is it, ROB?" He said.

A low, hollow voice boomed from the control panel: "SLIPPY TOAD."

Fox sighed. "Guess I better take it. Patch him through."

The screen flashed white for an instant before Slippy's face appeared. A wide smile stretched the entire width of his face beneath his protruding eyes. "How ya doin, Fox?" he chirped. He seemed to be calling from a kitchen. There was a window behind him, through which Fox could see the fine Cornerian sun and blue sky.

Fox replied, "Oh, I'm alright. How are things on your end?"

"Great! I actually called because I wanted to share my latest masterpiece!" Slippy got up from his chair and reached above the display, turning it to the right. The first thing Fox saw was an oven next to Slippy. "I call it the Culinary Transmutation Device!"

The next thing he saw was Amanda, Slippy's beloved pink frog, sitting at a table beside the oven. She didn't realize she was on screen. Her eyes were focused on a three-foot sub, which she munched with a contented look on her face. Her gut bunched up in her lap and pressed into the table, and a pooch of off-white stomach peaked out from under her shirt.

"Did you hear me, Fox?" Slippy asked.

Fox turned his eyes back to Slippy. "Sorry--just some interference. What did you call it?"

"A Culinary Transmutation Device. Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Slippy, did you just call me to say you invented the oven?' But no! This machine is far more fantastic than you could ever imagine. Want to guess what it does?"

Fox breathed deeply, gathering his patience. Slippy was a good friend, even if his voice resembled nails on chalkboard. "Does it bake food?" Fox asked.

"More than that!" Slippy exclaimed. He went on to explain. But Amanda pulled her overlong sandwich into her maw. Her flabby biceps pressed together her modest breasts, exaggerating their cleavage. She leaned forward towards the sandwich and took a large, lavish bite; not rushing her food down her gullet, but stuffing her cheeks nontheless. They puffed outward while she chewed slowly, luxuriously, with her eyes closed. Below, her upper belly spilled over the top of the table, and her lower belly squished under, giving the impression that her stomach itself was a mouth that would eat the kitchen table. Finally, she swallowed in one huge gulp. She sat back, licked her lips, and rubbed her big belly.