Before? Before what? Before Fatty killed it?
Well it happened again, this time he broke my *new* bench!
He stepped onto it and "crack", it broke.
He looked at me "Yeah Fatty, I heard it!"
"Well, this bench...shoddy made...something something..."
you can't explain fatty fat fatterton
At this point in the story I better remind people of what "Fatty" looks like:
I know hhhhhuge. The guy makes toothpicks run and hide.
My advice to you, do not let this man sit on any of your furniture, no matter how tired or "innocent" he looks.
He will break it.
(she whispers) Because he's a Fatty and there must be an intervention.