“Gaming addiction? Haaahahahaha”

The bear laughed heartily at the interviewer who failed to find the joke. The coyote nervously fidgeted through his note cards.

“But it says here just two years ago you were only 250 pounds and had been a wrestler in college! Doesn’t it bother you whats„„happened to you? Doesn’t it bother your lover?”

The bruin slowly rotated his ultra-gamr-5000 gaming bench and smiled to the rail thin coyote.

“You talk like I didn’t realize I was gettin’ fat! Look, yeah maybe the first 100 pounds bothered me ‘cause I was insecure. Then one night I had a talk with R„,wait no names right? Well anyway, we discussed things and discovered new likes we both had been too scared to share and well„„this TEMPLE of a body is what resulted.”

The coyote just stared slack jawed at the pile of polar bear before him, his full glory exposed with his turned position.

“Addiction? PFAAAH I say. Do ya know what lvl I am? How often I romp with R„yeah names. Listen, maybe you could use a few pounds yourself, why not stay for dinner, we’ll show ya what its like to live OUR way”