I had the most beautiful dream. In this dream, there was a stadium. It was small, only about the size of a modest highschool gym, but what happened inside was glorious. The seating was like that of the colosseum but through one-way glass so the audience could watch but no be seen. There was a big centre screen and everything. Much like the colosseum there were doors along the sides. It was the Shitizen Stadium. A ham would be chosen. We'd have a glorious x-factor like process of voting and weening out hams from youtube/tumblr/instagram unbeknownst to the ham themselves, then when we chose a victim we'd have them brought into the stadium. We'd showcase on the big screen all the evidence of fatlogic and bullshit with loud, cheerful sports commentator ripping it apart to the delight of shitlord audience members. Tha ham would sit in the middle of the playing field and cry. Then we'd force them to exercise. The stadium floor turned out to be a giant treadmill that began to move towards one of the doors, and when the door opened two huge, hungry grizzly bears ran out at the ham, only to be held back by chains. But the floor would slowly move the ham towards the bears so they would be forced to walk or become winnie the pooh's dinner. We all laughed and cheered as they were forced through similarly comical exercises, and after the day was up they'd be sent into little prison like cells where they were fed very little. At the end, hams who survived the ordeal would become fit and slim and would be praised as champions, their bmi would be put on the wall of fame, and they'd be sent home. Hams that gave up were eaten by the bears. I woke up this morning laughing my ass off and just knew I had to tell you guys about this, you have no idea how much I wish we could do this in real life.