I love telling them that they need to eat healthy and exercise the vile excuses they sling at me deepens my hatred of their worthless carcasses. I also explain cico like they are a child because they are childlike and much reeing comes of it. I don't do it to help them. I do it as an affirmation of the hatred I feel for them. Then I laugh in their disgusting faces for their blubbering buttery tears. It took me to many years to realize they hated me all along just for existing as a fit thin affront to their so called fat logic.