Well, the Fatass in my household has eaten three days worth of food in six hours. It was there before I left for work and now it's gone. I am of the opinion that my household Fatass will eat literally anything I've reserved for myself so I'm going to sneak a mild poison (such as an allergen or furniture chicken) into my "leftovers." I'm going to use the disgusting frozen chicken in the freezer since I don't intend on eating it anyway. I figure I'll thaw it out and cook it until it's seemingly passable, add some onions in with some peppers, and call it a day. I'll be sure to put my name on it, since otherwise it might go ignored. That's what the Fatass gets for eating my fucking leftovers and intended lunch for three days.