Tyler Durden, your deranged friend and bro, who lives with you, wanted something, wearing the same robe that he always wore after washing, Tyler barged into your room without a care.

He spoke up quickly,

“Say, do we have any left-over food and maybe some fat? I really crave some..”

Tyler sat down in front of you, onto the desk with a lit cigarette, looking around the place.

As he was talking, you already knew he was referring to soap fat.