Deathfat at Wendy's My parents came up this past weekend to help us with a few projects around the house. After we were finished for the afternoon, my mom asked if she could bring Junior Ferret to Wendy's for a frosty. I said sure, let's all go. It was kind of busy, but since we only ordered a couple frosties, we were given them quickly and sat down. Not long after, a herd of elephants and their spawn showed up. After maybe 2 minutes I hear the fattest one say to its (still human-sized) daughter, "come on, we're leaving. It's way too hot in here." The girl who was maybe about 8 was confused, and said to her mom, "it's not hot in here." The deathfat got angry and grunted, "I said we're going! It's too hot! We'll go to the other one!" I felt I needed to comment on the situation. "I'm sitting here with goosebumps because of how freezing it is in here, and that thing is complaining about being too hot? I guess that's what happens when you're covered in 300 pounds of lard." I don't know or care if the obeast heard me, but my mom was trying to shush me while simultaneously attempting to stiffle her laughter. Mr. Ferret had a chuckle, and my dad just shook his head. I thought it was hilarious.