Seriously, like someone said upthread, I would pay good money just to see the looks on the faces of the boutique staff when she and her stench waddled in. I'm sure it would be a mixture of horror and disgust with just a tinge of confusion. They'd likely be looking for a camera crew thinking they'd brought back Punk'd. Then in the behemoth's rancid wake would come the thumb butler meekly walking 7 paces behind. Snap-back on backward, shirt 2 sizes too small, basketball shorts glory. Then the super, mega, morbidly obese toddler would start touching lidurrrallly everything in sight cooing about how KAHHHHYYYUUUUUUUUTTT everything is. Imagine the poor patrons who are in there who I'm sure carefully curate their appearance. Oh, the abject horror. It would be a piece of performance art and I would definitely pay to see it.