Man down, someone call the Ham-bulance!
And maybe a mason, the concrete floor's got a crater the size of a man-hole.
I think we'll need the Jaws, he ain't gonna fit through that door, looks like we'll just need to make that door bigger.
Bring the Jaws to the ham-bulance back door too, I know this thing was designed for the obese but jesus christ look at this monster.
How the forget did he get into that house anyway?
The Ham-bulance just died, looks like we'll need to call a tow truck, and maybe a mobile crane while we're at it.
Wait, I just realised he'll never fit through the hospital doors. Let's bring him to the zoo instead.
Guys, the crane can't lift him, let's just leave him here and go grab a drink.
I don't think it's possible to fit anymore fat-jokes in here.
