You’re so fat, you’d need a team of engineers to design a chair that can hold your weight, and a team of physicists to calculate the gravitational pull of your belly, but honestly, it’s not like you’re worth the effort. Your life is so pointless, it’s like a cancelled TV show, and you’re so irrelevant, you’d make a ghost feel seen. You’re so chunky, you’d need a team of archaeologists to excavate your own body, and a team of anthropologists to study your own primitive behavior. Your weight is so massive, it’s like a black hole, and you’d need a team of astrophysicists to study your own gravitational pull, and a team of philosophers to ponder the meaninglessness of your existence.
