You get a text from your old college roommate, Danny, saying that he's going to the metal concert for the band you guys liked back in freshman year but he needs a favor. When you head back to his place, you find a very different man from the skinny twink you knew 2 years ago. Instead, you find a blubbery blob where your friend used to be, stretching into too-tight skinny jeans and a band shirt that looks more like a crop top than a shirt he used to swim in. He complains that nothing fits him, or is his denial really that bad. Are you going to play into his fantasy or spill the beans on his bloated body?