Fatlards lack any human emotion. Short story. I had to get something to drink for my workout. Went to a store, got my things (some fruit also) and went to a register. Unfortunately only one was open so no possibility to escape a giant Lard in front of me. What was she buying? Of course two boxes of oreo flavored ice cream. Beetus has to be fed. A little while later a woman approached with only bread and asked the Hambeast if it would let her get in front of it (as she later explained to me, she left work to get it and therefore was in a bit of a hurry). She said something like this: could you please let me go first I have only bread? But of course fucking Beetus-vaccum couldn't do this simple courtesy to another human being so she blurted out: and I have only ice cream! I let the woman in front of me because standing for 20 seconds more is not a problem for me. Fucking Fatshits are pissing me off...