Look at you, weighed down by that massive, immovable body, a testament to your laziness and gluttony. You honestly think you’re in better shape than me? That’s hilarious. While I’m busy staying active and capable, you’re sprawled out, cramming your greedy mouth full, your enormous belly spilling over and anchoring you in place. Just standing must be a chore with how much you’ve let yourself go. When was the last time you did anything remotely physical? Walking, exercising—it’s all beyond you now, isn’t it? You’ve become a pathetic, overfed pig, but fine, let’s test this laughable claim of yours. Let’s see if you can manage even a fraction of what I can. Show me, Fatboy—if you even can.