My internal monologue when I see a ham planet "fat, fatty, fuck, what the fuck... how the fuck... how does it not spend its savings account on a shotgun and go home and not blow its brains onto its ceiling? HOW? Disgusting. I would rather be dead than live in its body. Every morning I would wake up, get on my knees, and pray this was the day I mustered up the courage to finally kill myself.  I guess if it doesn't have the will power to put down a doughnut it certainly doesn't have the will power to go through with suicide. Damn... What a catch 22 that is... Lucky for it (and other people's sensibilities), death will embrace it and its suffering will end soon enough simply because it is fat. Honestly, I would take pleasure in ending a ham planets life simply because if I were one, I would want others to do the same for me.