At the gym yesterday, hambeast comes in eating an almond croissant, covered in crumbs.  She walks for 8-10 minutes slowly.  Leaves.  You didn't even exert enough energy to burn the calories covering your filthy shirt, you slovenly disgusting butter huffer.  It was at best, 20 calories of exercise maybe a few more to for its overworked heart to pump blood through mountains of adipose tissue. Probably went to wash down her croissant with starbeetus because fatty deserves a treat for its exercise, teehee.