These fatties are afraid of me. I have seen their true face. The buffets are extended troughs and the troughs are full of beetus and when their leg sores finally weep, all the fatties will go blind and cripple. The accumulated filth of all their gluttony and sloth will foam up about their waists and all the hambeasts and planets will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll whisper "no."