Jon is about 350 kilo of useless lard - immovable His diet is determined by his abusive mum She has treated him like shit ever since his birth He hates her fat fucking guts "I'm so sick of KFC, I've had it all week. Go get me some hotcakes or something From the loose change menu at Macca's" "You get what your given cunt" Carol returns after forty minutes Bringing with her three large brown paper bags She throws all twelve servings at her obese son Wheezing and coughing hard she falls down, grabs her arm "Can you please dial triple 0" "Oh, so nows the time you need my help? How about you go fuck yourself you abusive fucking cunt" Some hours have gone by He is getting a little hungry again Looking down at his dead mother he gets a devious plan Reaching out, Jon grabs the electric bed remote, raising himself up Using all of his might he can muster Teeters over crashing down on the hard ground the room begins to shake Searching for an instrument, he finds the perfect tool The cutlery from McDonald's Plastic knife and fork Slicing into his mum's fatty tissue Revealing the lean meat that lays below Tearing out a decent piece of mum's Steak regaining the nutrients he lacks Jon devours all of his mum's large tits "You have finally fed me from your breast" Taking one last bite, the heart attack comes Looks at mum laughing at the irony