Jack Aush*t: “We have scale-paration.”
Weight management technician: “Roger.”
Jack Aush*t: “Ummmm… I told you my name is ‘Jack,’ and I’m stepping on the scale in three… two… one”
Weight Control: “Looks good… and uh oh…”
Jack Aush*t: “I've got a blow-out - damper three hundred and… oh no you didn’t?!”
Weight Control: “Set your mouth to zero.”
Jack Aush*t: “Lunch is out! I can’t hold appetite!”
Weight management technician: “Roger.”
Jack Aush*t: “Ummmm… I told you my name is ‘Jack,’ and I’m stepping on the scale in three… two… one”
Weight Control: “Looks good… and uh oh…”
Jack Aush*t: “I've got a blow-out - damper three hundred and… oh no you didn’t?!”
Weight Control: “Set your mouth to zero.”
Jack Aush*t: “Lunch is out! I can’t hold appetite!”
Weight Control: “He’s got a fork in both hands — Emergency!”
Jack Aush*t: “Weight Control! I can’t hold it! I’m eating up, I’m eat—”
Intro:
Jack Aush*t: “Weight Control! I can’t hold it! I’m eating up, I’m eat—”
Intro:
Jack Aush*t, ass-tronaut.
A man barely alive… well, psychically speaking…
Gentlemen, we can rebuild him.
We have the Google.
We have the capability to make the world’s first blog-nonic man.
Jack Aush*t will be that man.
Better than he was before.
Better.
Stronger.
Fitter.
He will no longer be…
THE SIX MILLION CALORIE MAN
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