A slow avalanche of lard and spots decimates Clawhauser's unprepared uniform, and still he remains frozen in place, the strange paralysis the only thing keeping his fat heavy arm in the air and holding that phone. His belly and ass find the floor at the same time, and start to spread, though slower than when this started. Maybe it'll be over soon? The sequin dance shorts he wore under his slacks are holding admirably, at least, but it looks like he won't be going anywhere even after he's unfrozen. Hopefully the ZPD have a forklift handy.

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