Hope you're housetrained, Fred.

"Can I come back to your place?" asks Fred "Raffles has taken over my place."

"Sure!" you say. You look at your huge round gut. "I'll probably need some help squeezing through the door now!"

But even though you're fat, you're still muscular, and manage to squeeze through with little difficulty. Once you squeeze through your front door, you flop down in a comfy chair.

Which collapses.

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