I don’t have a funnel. I’ve never needed one before. You’ve eaten everything I’ve told you—and lots of things I haven’t, you fat-ass!—and you’ve ballooned up as round and plump as a watermelon. But that’s not enough for me anymore. I want to pour thousands of calories right down your throat. I want you so full you think you’re going to explode. But, with no funnel, I guess I’m going to have to improvise.