"That's not dessert!" I recently had my family over for a get together, and that includes my ham cousin. The shitlord and I cooked a lovely healthy meal, which was delicious. No problems there. However, when I bring out dessert (strawberries and whipped cream) Fatty's got a problem.  "Is that all? That's not dessert!" More reeing ensues, and fatty dumps maybe two cups of whipped cream on four strawberries.