Splaton

Like a big game hunter approaching a downed elephant, the Green squidling cautiously waddled forward, steadying her nearly emptied gun with both plump hands. The euphoria of victory had overcome her, but she still remained alert. She'd won, but it had been a close call, as her own widened, frame, splattered in pink paint, attested to. Her body had drank the goo thirstily, destroying her agility and making her an increasingly large target in the process. Even though her opponent was unable to even stand, the huntress would be unable to avoid even the most clumsy of shots... and might possibly suffer the same fate.

Fortunately, her pink rival had dropped her gun when she had attempted to flee and there was absolutely no risk of return fire. Seeing that, green decided to have a little fun and tossed her own weapon aside. Advancing menacingly, she waddled forward, their bellies colliding with a loud, meaty slap.

"What's shaking, good looking?" the green squidling chortled as she pinched her opponents flabby belly.

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But seriously who doesn't want to fatten them up with Ink?