"How old are you already, and still playing around? If you lose yourself while playing, you call your mom in the middle of the night to clean up your mess."
"I'm always cleaning up after you, honestly, never-ending!"
"Alright, alright, hurry up and go to sleep!"
"Mom" strode to the restroom with Fatty in tow, placing the "big child" from under her arm onto the ground — which was more like a toss.
She seemed to have a lot more to grumble about, but the special item clearly states that "after solving your problem, Mom will leave disdainfully immediately."
So, before she could finish her rant, she was forced to leave.
Fatty sat on the bathroom floor and watched as the large figure of Mom gradually turned transparent and disappeared. Still shaken, he rubbed his sore backside: "Almost broke a bone, but luckily I've got plenty of padding back there."
