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Bob (Fight Club) faces off against Fat Bastard in a McDonalds one fine day. They are fighting over a 20 piece order of McNuggets.

Anything goes.

His name was Robert Paulson.

And he wins with Fight club experience, an estrogen fuelled sense of butthurt, roid/small dick rage and quick and deft use of wirecutters.

All Fat bastard has is the edge of the greedy eating stakes, but if he is defeated by Bob, he'd be denied his greasy, tasty glory.

Dunno. Fat Bastard was pretty agile for a big guy.

With his wires crew working for him, sure, but when the wires get cut...

Side question.....What would you rather have, FB's neck vagina, or Bob's ****?

Probably the neck vagina.

'cause manboob is too much of a cliche already.

The excess armskin haermm

I would employ coat hangers and turn myself into a flying squirrel type design glidersuit..

I'd undergo plastic surgery.

Before your chance to partake in squirrel suit flight glory..?

Mhm. .. John McClane: "I promise I will never even THINK about going up in a tall building again."

You see...? If he had a vagina necked squrrel loose skin suit, he needn't have feared those heights.

I'll take a fire hose around my waist anyday. WWMD?

"What weapons of mass destruction...?"

Fire has no mass.

"No mass, No mass".....who are you, Roberto Duran...?

Originally posted by Sadako of Girth
"No mass, No mass".....who are you, Roberto Duran...? Nah, I am Ricky Ricardo.

"That's Bob........he has bitchtits."

The big Moosey.

Bewbz have mass.

Bob wins this.

Mhm, his bewbz have more mass, he smothers Fat Bastard with his bewbz.

A hideous and confusing way to go.

That, or Bob sits on his face.