Birth of a Tentacle Friend

Andrea tore open the sachet and emptied the white powder into her glass. Immediately she caught a whiff of something unpleasant and she recoiled involuntarily.

“Are you sure I can’t offer you anything?” asked her friend Stephanie, munching on a chocolate doughnut.

Andrea shook her head. It was typical of Stephanie to try to tempt her with sugary treats just when she was about to start another diet. And it was typical of Andrea to firmly resist.

“You know you’re not actually fat, right?” continued Stephanie cheerily. “So what if your butt looks a little big in that dress? You normally look fine. Just don’t wear stuff that’s so clingy…”

“Great. Thanks for that,” replied Andrea sarcastically, giving her friend a mildly annoyed look.

“Sorry,” said Stephanie, trying to look contrite while sucking icing off her thumb. “You know, I think it’s really cool how you have so much willpower. I couldn’t do it. So what’s that stuff again?”

“It’s a new meal-replacement shake. You can’t get it here ye