Wobbling with every step, steps that turn into waddles, flab that slaps against itself with audible plaps, belly hanging over your lap and down to your knees, huffing and puffing at menial amounts of exercise, always wanting to feel a perpetual state of full. That is my ideal.
Looks like a certain God of Destruction isn't doing much work actually destroying... I guess a good chunk of the universe was saved, yay! who would have guessed Earth's food would have spared so many lives
As promised, the long awaited sequel to that Beerus pic is finally here!