- Joined
- May 26, 2013
When the wendigo finally flees and Jack's carcass mercifully dies for good, I hope someone reposts the clip of Fatty breaking into tears at the nerve impulse therapy giving him motion in his candy claw again. I think Fats experienced a real, positive human emotion for the first time in, likely, decades, and something that wasn't a belly full of sugared bacon fat triggering exhausted spurts of dopamine. For that brief moment the universe showed him the possibility of a better, more hopeful life, and it lasted bare seconds before he was being carted off by Hammy for gallons of grease-soaked popcorn at the movie theater while gurgling furiously about only getting eight eggs for breakfast.