Haida sat at his desk, having successfully hoarded all of the break room food for himself. His office chair, overloaded with what had to be 6 tons of fat hyenass, creaked ominously as it struggled to hold him. The same could be said for his shirt, its buttons strained to their limits as his titanic gut poked through the rifts. Everything on him and under him was about to burst, and yet he just kept eating, messily emptying box after box of donuts into his icing-smeared maw. "BHOOUURP~!"