Had to get my shopping cart past one of 'em today. Ok, quick one before I go to bed, FPH. So I was at a certain store that sells giant containers of ghunetics, and requires a membership to partake.  I'll let you guess which one. Anyway, I'm weaving my double wide cart through a sea of adipose, trying to get to the chicken boobs (4 bucks off per container.  Gotta get that shit while its cheap, and freeze it), when I'm finally stopped dead in my tracks by a sideways facing burrito activist.  At least his pregnancy seems to be going well (triplets, by the looks of it), but I still can't get my cart around. Captain Condishuns makes a feeble attempt to move back a step, but the giant FUPA still blocks any hope of escape.  Tried, annoyed, and fed up, I point at it and say "I'm still gonna hit your stomach.  Could you turn 90 degrees, please?".  Mr. Calorie Hoarder gets a little red in the face and, to my surprise, turns to face away from me, and I am able to get by.  I push my cart a little harder than usual, just so I can hit escape velocity. TL;DR: told a planet to rotate, so I could get to my chicken boobs.