You guys who still have this in your library for some fucking reason or have read through all of the authors notes will be thoughroughly disappointed to hear this.

At the age of older than sixteen, Fatty was put down tonight at 8:46 p.m. He wasn't a good boy, he was the best boy.

I will miss him, so please don't make jokes about this.

Have a nice night, and know that Satan has a new lap cat (an inside joke between me and my brother).