Looking over the paper, Roger only grew more depressed. It wasn't bad news, unless seeing that everyone seemed to be in a better state then he did. Sure some people out there couldn't say that they had a loving and exceptionally raunchy android wife and a beautiful, if overweight daughter, but not one page had a photo or article with a man his age.

It was like flooded Paradigm City with the Fountain of Youth. No matter what he read, some spry thirty year old or younger was making their way in the city and even beyond the wasteland. In the entertainment section, he saw an add for this type of show called "Anime" and it was about some kid who was forced to live underground by aliens, pilots a giant robot to fight them, and even got the love of a beautiful and very bouncy twenty year old red head.

"Unrealistic." Roger thought. Where did they come up with this stuff? Still, he did find himself envious of this fictional character. Not only did he fight against evil and share the negotioator's taste in red heads, and this one he noted made good use of even her double wide backside, but the kid was still a kid, no more than thirteen. He had almost everything Roger had, including youth. Without saying a word, he got up from the table.

"Roger, your breakfast..." Dorothy trailed off as she saw her husband start to leave. He spoke not a word, didn't even look at her. Just before he disappeared behind a hall, all he said was "I'm not hungry." Dorothy and Dora just watched as he vanished into the suddenly quiet mansion.

"I wonder what's wrong with father?" Dora asked, genuinely concerned. At the same time though, she made a grab for the syrup and began dousing her plate with the entire contents of the container. As another rare smile spread her chubby cheeks, Dorothy still looked sadly in Roger's direction. This wasn't the first time he had left without saying a word, but she knew what was wrong.

"I'm afraid your dad is feeling his age." she spoke. The sounds of utensils repeatedly hitting a plate were heard and Dorothy saw that her daughter had wasted no time in enjoying the most important meal of the day. Dora had excellent table manners, but when she was hungry, one wrong move and she'd stuff your hand in her gaping maw along with everything else.

Dorothy would have liked to attribute this to her cooking skills, given that she had eighteen years to develop them, but she knew it had more to do with what she ate before Dora was even born. She couldn't prove it, but she was sure that the massive quantities of food she consumed while pregnant was what caused Dora to come out so chubby. Sure when she was born she looked just like any other baby, but now that baby fat had plenty of company.

"I can't imagine why, father doesn't seem all that different from when I was younger." Dora wiped some gobs of syrup from her cherubic cheeks. As she sighed contently and patted her happy belly, Dorothy had to roll her eyes.

It wasn't serious, but it seemed sometimes that Dora had picked up some of her father's louse like ways. She could really ignore anything when it was meal time. Her belly always came first, and rather than putting her on a diet, Dorothy instead walked to her daughter's side, and activated both her memories and a projector feature her headband had.

"Dora, let me show you something."