“No, don’t sit down. I can imagine it gets pretty fuckin’ painful carrying around all that lard, doesn’t it, fat boy? That disgusting huge belly just weighing you down. Your fat tits sagging halfway down your gut. Your massive thighs just encased in fat. Don’t expect any sympathy from me, pig. The only person responsible for the fact that you weigh 680 lbs is you. You did this to yourself; day by day, mouthful by mouthful. Gorging yourself into this wheezing, tottering mountain of blubber. A lazy, greedy hog with zero self-discipline who can’t think of anything beyond his next meal. Your weight: your fault, pig.”
