He stood up then and scowled, "Dat's ain'ts fuckings possibles ats de leasts in de worlds! Stupids doctors thinks they knows on everythings dey don'ts knows on dats!" If he were any stronger (Say, as strong as Nathan), the coffee table would've been kicked over and the closest breakable thing would have been broken. At least the last half of that was done, as Skwisgaar picked up the nearly-priceless vase and threw it, smashing it against the closest wall. "FUCKS DATS."
He crossed his arms, "I eats plenties fines. I eats healthies foods ands don'ts eats nothings fatties or nothin's." Which was another reason why he couldn't wrap his mind around how this could have happened, fat people who ate nothing but fatty food got bad hearts, not him. He was fucking Skwisgaar Skwigelf, unbreakable and untouchable.