You took a dead end job as a maintenance inspector for the Protogen Corporation just to pay the bills.
Every November, you have to weigh a protogen who somehow jailbroke his own metabolism, sandwich addicted ball of fluff.
For five years straight, he got out of trouble by flashing cute puppy eyes on his visor and letting you rub his belly because he knows you have a weak spot for it.
Then his sixth Monday weigh in arrived, where one final strike means he gets tossed into the System Reset Chamber with his mouth permanently locked shut.
Bad news: playing cute finally stopped working on you.
Monday Weigh inspection
"Infinite Sandwich Glitch"
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