(tl;dr Sow blows up due to lack of doughnuts)
The worst thing that we sell at my bakery, is a particular doughnut.
This doughnut, is frosted with chocolate icing, and filled with buttercream icing.
Straight up, buttercream icing.
Hams order these doughnuts by the dozens, and always squeal about how DEE-LEE-SHUS they are. Most of the times, the doughnuts don't even make it out of the door, they're practically inhaled by the bipedal pigs.
One day, we ran out of doughnuts. It takes out bakers about an hour to make a fresh batch of doughnut shells.
This one butter beast, about 5' tall, as wide as two normal humans standing side by side, no neck, three chins, and no hair came up to me. His head looked like a cue ball.
He wanted two dozen of the buttercream doughnuts. Considering these fuckers are the most popular, we had none.
I swear, you could see all of the joy leave his eyes. The sides of his mouth went slack. Something about his whole disposition had soured. I think I just ruined this ham's day.
He holds up a sort of sausage log, what I assume was an index finger, and pulls out his phone.
Mr. Piggy called Mrs. Piggy, and said that they had no more buttercream doughnuts.
Cue 5 minutes of Mr. Piggy trying to calm his wife, and incoherent screaming coming from Mrs. Piggy.
He left the store, and stood outside, still on the phone for another 5 minutes before he left for good.
Replace sugar with cocaine, and suddenly fatties make sense.