I work with tons of fupatrons from mini moon to full on planets. They're always uncomfortable, with their constant huffing and puffing and sweating. They have to go to doctors constantly. They are on insane amounts of medications for beetus etc. They have terrible skin. They complain about joint pain constantly. They complain after waddling 50 feet. They are constantly in horrible pain from their obesity but refuse to stop overeating or acknowledge anything is wrong. It's like being in a fucking insane asylum.