You waddled after the captain, squeezing through the doorways of the ship as your massive hips could easily get wedged in. You are led to some kind of storage room.
"Take these," said the captain, giving you a plastic toy sword, a bandana, and a Jolly Rodger pacifier necklace. You do so, stuffing the sword into your diaper, the band around your head, and the pacifier around your non-existant neck. "Now...for your furst jwob.." he says, holding a map of...
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