"WAIT! What if I refuse? Like, I'm too... Eh, modest to accept such a grand present."
"Oh, don't be modest! Heck, does it look like I was? Now, we gotta add some serious meat to that body of yours... You're tiny!"
"I don't WANT to be 'rewarded'! Just be happy I turned you back from whatever you were and lemme go home!"
The girl grew silent a bit. "Oh... You really don't want it?" Goombella sighed a bit. "Obviously. I actually *like* looking like this." Then the girl started to frown. "Um... I kind of have to. It's in that parchment n' all- not like I can reverse it or go against it..."
"Wha!? That's bogus! What's it gonna do if you don't?"
Sweat started to form on the girl's pudgy face. "Eh... Literally force me to. Look, it's not MY fault! You could've just read the first half of that stupid piece of paper! Blame the creep who cursed me in the first place!"
Before Goombella could yell back, she felt a long sub-sandwich quickly slide into her small mouth, quickly chewing to prevent herself from chocking. "Oh boy, we've probably been talking too long. Look, my size isn't a bad thing! I had to beat off the guys back on the surface before all this happened!" Goombella mumbled with traces of food in her mouth "What, with that stuffed belly of yours?" Swallowing, she cleared her mouth. "Ugh, let's just get it over and done with. So how does this thing work anyway?"
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