"What kind of operations do you have in mind?" Some sort of Cousteau or Greenpeace thing. You remember last summer, when Heather was talking about the... Japanese whaling fleet? What happens if we go out looking for them, and take a video crew with us. We can get tapes of the whale killing under way, and maybe do something that looks a little symbolic. Or, maybe something like Japanese drift netting. They kill a lot of dolphins that way."McMullen shook his head. "Might be safer than taking on. "What?" I asked as I helped Kate to her feet. "Never seen a pregnant woman in a trunk before?" I was glad that Kate had put on clothes, even if they were probably illusion. The passersby looked flustered and walked on.As we got off the elevator and walked past apartment 1302, I saw its door open slightly out of the corner of my eye. As I glanced, I saw something entirely unexpected before it quickly closed again.I stopped, staring. It couldn't have been...I shook my head as we continued on to. The torso was a mound of fat stacked on top of a mound of fat. He had what she would generously estimate as J cup breasts and then 3 more rows of fat blobs beneath them giving him the appearance of a sow walking upright. His belly fat was concealed behind an apron but when he moved she could see the it reached down almost to his knees.She knew instantly what Ethan had in mind. She pulled him to the side and whispered, "I am not fucking that thing! Is there even a penis under all that fat." . This time, I went for its veins and arteries, knowing that it could not kill me, no matter what it did. I didn't care which I tore open—it was going to die from loss of blood no matter which one I reached.Naturally, I was too hasty and did not catch the bear's throat cleanly. I had to take a second bite, and this gave the bear time to react to my attack. It tried to bite me, but I was able to avoid its teeth; however, it also tried to gut me with its claws. Those I ignored, because it had no.