"You know why I'm disappointed, don't you son? I mean, we had a deal, right? Your dad was gonna get even more lean and jacked and you were gonna do what? Louder boy, I can't hear you. That's right: you were gonna get big. Real big. Huge. But you weren't gonna gain muscle - those aren't the kind of gains we were talking about are they? No, they are not. You were gonna get fat. Overweight. Heavy. Obese. So I can see you checking out your old man's body, boy. Look at how tight and ripped it is? Step on the scales, son. Careful now, don't lose your balance. Hm, 384 lbs. Not. Good. Enough. I want you massive, boy. You understand that, right. Morbidly obese. Too fat to do anything except eat and get fatter. More of you to love; that's how I look at it, right? And you wanna make your dad happy, don't you? Good boy. So how about we get dressed and I'm gonna get ordering the fast food. If we're gonna get you to 500 lbs for your 18th birthday we got a LOT of work to do."
