“So this is the eighth time this week I’ve delivered to you. You know that I know what’s in these boxes, right fatso? Cases of weight-gain powder, candy, brownies, lard, butter, sides of bacon. No wonder you’re so fucking fat! Look at you - you look like a fucking whale sat there on that couch. I bet you haven’t moved from there all day, have you, pig? Just sat there stuffing all this crap down that blubbery neck of yours. You’re fucking disgusting, you know that? Greedy fat hog getting off on being out of control. Lift up that T-shirt. Oh God, that is so gross. Your belly just . . . there are no words for how sick you are. Yeah, I’ll be back tomorrow, pig. And all this crap better be in that mammoth gut of yours, you understand me? And stop looking at my fucking abs, you fat, perverted piece of shit. Abs like these are not for fat fucks like you.”
