[it was an average summer’s day. You were walking down the street without a care in the world—but you were getting to be a bit famished. Then, suddenly, a little car rolled up beside you. The massively fat Cindy rolled down the window, with her just-as-large boyfriend, Grant, in the passenger seat:]

Cindy: “Hey! You look lonely! And hungry! Wanna come with us and get a bite to eat?”

Grant: “we’ll be paying, so don’t worry about money.”