You were trapped in your own home this morning, as you would assume many others in town were as well. You gazed out the sealed window at the greasy yellow fog that had descended upon your town yesterday. It all happened so suddenly, with that explosion at that burger joint that caused the fog to start swallowing everything around it as it billowed forth. You consider yourself lucky to have just narrowly managed to escape its grasp. What little of that stuff you did breath in had a profound effect on your body, leaving it slightly chunky and squishy.
Yes, this strange greasy fog had the unusual quirk of rapidly fattening up anybody who breathed it in. Not only that, but apparently extended exposure made people become lethargic and gassy, and continued exposure made them rather enjoy getting fatter and fatter, to a somewhat sexual degree. Most of the people at the epicenter of the explosion were reduced to towering mountains of adipose tissue, moaning lustfully and expelling gas from either hole every so often. The growth did have an upper limit, but no one has been able to measure what it is exactly. Well, no one has yet, anyway.
Well with the fog trapping you in the house, you decided to do the best you could to seal off any place inside where it could possibly leak. You sealed up the windows, filled cracks in the doors, and patched up whatever holes in the walls you could find. You felt pretty safe, but anything could happen. You figured that you should probably wait and see if the fog ever dissipates someday, which you’re still uncertain about despite what the science people told everyone.
Well, outside of the imminent danger of the greasy fog outside, you decided to treat today like a regular day off from work. What do you decide to do?