It's game time baby. Tape that fresh, fat donut knob on your handle and get'r ready to rip. You know your role... you're the crease goon. Dip and dunking on the doorstep, dumping g after g all game long. You exude the Fat Boy ™ spirit. You know that nothing completes a victory and a proper celly than a juicy, frosted donut. Long live the Fat Boy ™.