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Simba groaned groggily as he woke up from his slumber unpleasantly and found it hard to breathe. A very heavy weight seemed to press him to the grass while he had fallen asleep on his back and even pinned his fore-arms to his chest. He struggled sluggishly before his night vision finally cleared and gave him a dreadful sight in the form of Pumbaa's buttocks. The warthog had rolled over in his slumber on the former prince of the Pride Lands and practically crushing him. Simba's eyes shot open in sheer shock with Pumbaa's butt only less that a foot from his face. "Pum... baa..." he strained to shout but found it far more taxing than it should've. Breathing alone proved far more trouble than it was worth with the warthog's fat upon his chest. The lion cub gritted his teeth as he rocked his head and shoulders all about to try wriggling himself out. However, it was clear that his free limbs were his hind legs where his friend's head was between. Simba could tell that Pumbaa