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I thought I would write a little something to go with this image, wasn't expecting such a positive response
>"Lola! No wonder it was so low on gas every time I wanted to drive!"
>She watched Lola roll her eyes
>"Yes, I also drive the car around. Mystery solved."
>Being the junior mechanic, Lola could feel herself growing frustrated
>"Lola, you have to understand..." Lana began, trying to calm herself down, "The car can only drive the distance it claims if..."
>"If WHAT." Lola narrowed her eyes, giving off an expectant huff. "Because I'm FAT?"
>Lana tried her very best to follow Lincoln's advice - don't use your fists, use your words. If you can't use your words, use your legs and walk away.
>"I am not trying to hurt your feelings, I am just saying that the more the car has to carry around, the more gas it nee-"
>Lana saw Lola scoff and wave her off with her hand, feeling her anger shoot back up in no time
>"That's not fair to ME. Honestly, do you expect that I should actually WALK around the house with the way I am?"
>"YES! Walk like a normal person!"
>"People drive cars all the time, that is SO normal!"
>"People don't drive their cars INTO McDonalds and in school, FATTY!"
>Lana covered her mouth. It looks like she used her words a little too much.
>the next thing she knew, Lola had suddenly found the willpower to walk
>not so much walk but run
>too stunned by this minor miracle, Lana felt herself tackled and pinned under a sea of blubber only barely held underneath a tent's worth of pink fabric
>She couldn't use her fists, and now she couldn't use her words as her face was being pressed against by her sister's gigantic belly. Time to use her legs!
>"Ow! Ouch, quit it Lana!" Lola felt herself quaking, her older sister desperate for air
>Thankfully, Lynn and Lucy had overheard the ruckus and went to save their little sister
>they only barely managed to roll her off themselves
>"Lana, are you okay?"
>The little tomboy had an odd expression on her face
