So this started out as one of those 'not enough whales that aren't orcas on FA' sketches, and it turned into a character I may use again sometime.

Meet Bering, better known as Barry to friends, who are better known as the small group of assholes who verbally abuse him on a daily basis and take advantage of his desire to fit in and hang out with the cool people after his mum died (leaving him that special pearl pendant). He's gullible and all too willing to make people happy, which makes him highly susceptible to peer pressure, which is how he got drunk that one night and was convinced to get a tattoo, and also why he's been blowing up like a blubbery balloon. See, his 'friends' found out Barry can really pack it away when properly motivated, and started placing bets on how much he can eat. Not one to argue, Barry eats until he's fit to bust, and then gets left in the booth alone, feeling sick and bloated. He never sees any of the money his friends win. But that's okay, because they're happy, right? He's finally got a useful talent, other than blocking doorways with his fat ass and looking like a doofus mama's boy! Sure, they laugh and make fun of how big he's getting, punching his gut and pulling his shorts down to his ankles where he has a hard time reaching, but it's all in good fun. Right?

Hopefully he comes to his senses or makes new friends before he winds up beached.