In the shadowy cesspools of the galaxy, where decadence festers and depravity isn’t just a pastime but a religion, one name slithers through every whispered tale—a name so grotesque, so absurd, it’s uttered with equal parts dread and fascination: The Fat Monster.

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This wasn’t just a criminal overlord; this was a being whose appetite transcended logic, morality, and, frankly, physics. Wealth? He swallowed it whole. Power? He consumed it like a bottomless buffet. And his diet? Oh, his diet was the stuff of legends. Let’s just say The Fat Monster didn’t dine on the ordinary. No, his signature dish—his obsession—was a never-ending, unapologetic feast of “ass.”