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 The antenna creaked ominously below Gwen as she landed, a ripple (or was it a wobble) rolling through her flabby frame as she fought to stand up straight.  These cheeky little exits had grown considerably more tiring as she packed on the pounds, but hey they were part of her brand!

Her stomach growled midway through her speech, and she knew it was more than loud enough for the freshly-bound bad guys to hear.  Still, she didn't let it break her focus, she just stuck to the script and then she was off!

As Gwen swung away into the night --  almost slamming into walls on several occasions thanks to all this extra mass she had to account for --  she considered heading straight home and working out...  but she couldn't just do that on an empty stomach!  Besides, the buffet by her apartment was having a sale on egg salad sandwiches, how could she pass that up?

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Gwen has always had a love for theatrics in her arrivals and departures, but all this extra junk in the trunk is really making it harder to get around!  Oh well, it's not a big enough problem to worry just yet!