5 chairs are needed of reinforced steel as I sit near a bar using my spear to stab into the various cooked poultry and eating from it like kebab, my white furred face adorns a jowl which rests above my handkerchief. I sit there all 2 tons of me, my orange pant showcasing my glorious rear and my belly crushing the table of the buffet. I down a wooden mug full of rum and belch loudly and proudly. “Damn, it Fratley, where are you?” I mumble through a mouthful of mutton.