The carts collide, the fit cartrider goes flying in one direction while the Ham just slovenly falls over where it stands. The cartrider laughs and gets up easily, his young body is able to take physical blows like that easily, like people his age should be able to.  The Ham  rolls around on the floor and REEEEEs about it's knees hurting, the joints demolished from years of abuse, the fat has done a toll on all it's bodily functions. The saltiest of gravy tears runs down the hams face as it sees our beautiful night ride off into the sunset with the rest of the cherry Coke and Sun Drop. The hams heart gives out, it can not battle the dropped shugahs and heartache from the able bodied cis-scum. The Ham dies a fitting death. Perhaps the only thing that truly fit in it's entire life.  Fin.