It’s time we have a serious conversation here. I’ve been growing you for a couple years now and honestly piggy, I dreamt of this moment my whole life.
It’s time to stop pretending you are looking for a job. No one is going to hire a 600 lbs fatass like you.
It’s time you stop trying to do things yourself. You can’t barely do anything without my help, and as fun as it is to see you pathetically get up from the bed, or see you struggle to shower yourself, you won’t be able to do any of these soon.
It’s time we step our game up, to get you chugging gainer shakes all day and have you constantly eating junk food. I want everybody to be scared of how fast you are piling on the lard. I want you to scare ME.
It’s time to start the final stage of your life. There is no turning back now. You knew this would eventually happen, you ate yourself into a huge hog, knowing what happens to pigs like you.
It’s time of having fun. It’s not like you have a choice, look at you. Now open your mouth…