I want to have a mukbang channel where the fucking greasy cum of some shitty fast food is running down my chin and some 300 pound NEET is busting all over his keyboard imagining the sticky juices from whatever shit I’m shoving down my throat is his seed, and I end up getting diarrhea , which I can bag and sell for $400 a liter to some shitlord 35 year old wrinkletits who’s going to snort my McDonalds flavored liquid ass. I want to walk into Burger King and have the tiny workers shudder in fear as I lumber my 20000 lb ass to the counter and order 76 big kings for the third time today, only for them to realize I’m going to empty my explosive bowels all over the ladies room and paint the ceiling brown. I want them to have to close down that fucking Burger King so that the hazmat can clean out my toxic waste. I want to take a massive wet shit in a sock and sell that too, with chunks of fries and Wendy’s nuggets in there so that some fucking pedo can freeze it and beat small animals to death with my shit sock. That’s what I want. I want to take a massive, liquacious crap into a bag of wonder bread, and sell that shit for thousands of dollars, with freaks going ballistic and murdering each other over my chocolate wonder. I want them to have a Roman-style bloodbath battle-to-the-death over my shit bread, and the winner only gets to lick it once.