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Outside her superhero side gig, Zatanna’s recent Vegas residency is going-

Well, it’s certainly going.

Sin City is indeed living up to its reputation, what with all of the endless temptations at every turn. And they’ve certainly had their affects on her.

Wait..

Did you expect her sudden manifestation of mass to be some kind of magical mishap? Perhas some kind of mystical malady? A curse of corpulence? A trick of thickness? Maybe a hex of heaviness?

No way!

Z simply fell victim to the allure of those all-you-can-eat Aramark (a subsidiary of LexCorp) Chicken Tendies, offered at the buffet just outside her auditorium. One is never enough! And don’t you even dare get her going about the dipping sauce station! We’ll be here for an eternity!

The worse part is there isn’t any sort of insidious plot afoot here either.

Nope.

The Mistress of Magic has no one to blame her new-founded fixation on fried fingers on but herself. And well maybe the pressure of three shows a night.

And the show must go on!

Luckily, the stage magician’s massive gains haven’t done much to affect her performance, despite maybe adding a breathier delivery, & a more glistening sparkle under the bright lights.

In fact, it seems as if she packs the auditoriums fuller every night the more she seems to pack on the pounds.

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Motherfuck Fishnets, bro, I swear to Christ!