... and  an army of  6-6-6 (six-foot, six-abbed, six-figure-making) reeeal mayunz swooped in between all those jus' jellus boney runners and rescued all of the femayos from having to break a dreadful sweat and ruin their best Spanx and chafe guards before they could cross the finish line.  Take THAT, skinny beeatches, tee-hee!