too fat too move

You try to get up on your legs but find that you simply can't you are too fat to do so, you try rolling, but find that you can't even do that. It would seem that in addition to the extra fat, your muscles have atrophied, you are planted in the hay, a pig too fat to move, soon to be sold to a pork farmer.

You squeal and flail yourself wildly, you find yourself nudging a part of a millimeter towards the edge of the pen. You con tune this for about eight hours until you reach the shelf. You look up and are surprised to see not one but FIVE shelves on the wall, each holds on bucket, if you bump against the right part of the wall you should be able to make them fall, but at your exhausting, slow pace you will only be able to knock over one, which do you choose?

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