Look at me! Look at what we've done to me. My nurse's uniform used to come down to my knees; now it barely covers my pendulous lower belly. I can't go back to work now that my body is engulfed in lard, flabby, and useless. How could I help someone else when I can't even help myself? You've enabled me to become this shapeless blob, a living lard storage tank, a lazy, helpless house-pig that's completely dependent on you.