Fatman stood at the doorway and surveyed the room. It took him just 18 seconds to find Malcolm. Enough time also to devour the backend of a stray pig. A stray pig who should have known better than to go wandering by so close to the slobbering speak-hole of the sixteenth consecutive
all-Arkansas state bear eating champion.

Finding Malcolm’s hot girlfriend proved a more difficult task. A faint murmur presented itself from behind the couch. Was that Malc’s hot GF? Fatman leaned to the left, tipped himself horizontal and rolled to the other side of the room.

Malcolm did his best to get out of the way but Fatman’s body-girth was so great it swallowed all in its path. A lamp, a coffe table an ironing board and unpleasantly a plugged in iron were all consumed. Malcolm was unfortunute enough to be sucked up underneath an armpit where the hot iron made a searing introduction.

Fatman pulled up at the couch and took a peek behind. Malc was at the top of the Fatman orbit and took his chance to escape.