Take up the Shitlord's burden. I was thinking about the inherent superiority of the Shitlord compared to the hams.  Purely objectively, we are stronger, faster, longer lived, and have more stamina.  We complain often about how they drain the system, break things, and make messes of whatever they touch.  As the better people, we must endure this stoically as we do our work of attacking fat.  We hate, we shame, yes, but a new Shitlord is far more valuable than a dead obeast.  I have no problem at all with FPH closing its doors because the last ham finally got their BMI down to 24.9. With that in mind, I updated a poem to fit our situation.