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