"Hey man, what's up? Pretty loud in here, isn't it? You havin' a good time? Here with anybody? Yeah, my boyfriend's in his early 20s so he's dancin' or gettin' up to some shit somewhere. Oh, that's him over there; that muscle twink shakin' some serious booty. Haha. So, um, can I say something? What are you doin' here, bro? Everyone here is totally ripped and in shape and you're . . . dude, you're fuckin' massively obese. I saw you from the bar and I was like "whoa, who's that fuckin' whale standin' there shirtless in a club for stone-cold hotties?" Look at your gut, man. I mean it's fuckin' massive; all that blubber just hanging out and sagging down. I guess you're wearing a belt, but fuck I can't even see it under all that soft bulging lard. Can I touch it? Oh wow, that feels amazing. See, if I grab this roll here it fills my whole hand. So, how much you weigh, big guy? Oh, come on fatso, it's a hell of lot more than that. You don't have to lie to me. I'm into it, man. Playing with your fat, hearing about your weight. It's a huge fuckin' turn on for me - although looking at my muscles you''d never believe it, right? Go on, tell me. If you're over 500 lbs (and I fuckin' know you are!) I'll probably shoot a load in my Calvins right here right now. Whisper it in my ear, fat boy. Oh, oh fuck. 546? That is so fuckin' hot. You wanna get out of here? Oh the twunk'll take care of himself. There's an all-night diner across the street. Let's go push those numbers up a bit, shall we, fat boy?"
