The waves rolled out, then back in. The salty air blew across Tyson’s belly, sending oceanic ripples across his navel. He grinned, reading a short story collection on his phone, grabbing some fries from a fast food bag and stuffing them in his face happily.

The game was a hit, and his meager royalties’ percentage still brought him a steady income. He acted when he could, hitting the boards in theater productions and taking parts on screen when he could, but the drive to put himself out there and become a star had faded into a gentler desire for peace.

His gut rumbled at him and he grinned, rubbing it gently. He never did find himself wanting to get rid of the weight; it felt freeing. It showed who he was now, put a divider between his younger years and now. Besides, if he tried to lose weight he couldn’t have burgers four times a week!

His phone began noisily ringing at him, causing him to wince before hitting the talk button. “Hey! Tyson here!” He said quickly, rolling over onto his butt.

“Fricking Chad.” The director said. Chad, on the other hand, the lead Hedgehog, had become a star, and got the ego to prove it. He couldn’t be fired, but he could definitely be hated by the staff.

“Fricking Chad indeed. Do you need another cameo?” Tyson said, downing another fry and wiping his hand on his fur. “Got the costume hanging up at home, could be there tomorrow if ya want.”

“PLEASE. Same rate as usual?”

Tyson grinned. He could always use some more money in his food budget.

“Sure. Though, give me some extra and I’ll see if I can sit on him!”