Fussbett wrote:

Alright. Say you're at the mall. Say you see a 450 pound retarded kid pouring his
pizza-flavored milkshake down the front of his overalls.

The moment that you point and laugh at him, he's no longer the most pathetic person in the building.

ToutSuite: If I saw someone spilling a pizza flavored milkshake, I'd cry at the inhumanity of wasting that delicious drink
Fussbett: The kid is so fat, he's drinking pizza milkshakes. Fat people aren't content with regular chocolate. Don't laugh at that!
Fussbett: This guy really made a mockery of a fat child, and then chastized us for even THINKING about laughing. I wasn't the one who came up with the pizza drinking fatso, pal.
ToutSuite: He's no longer the most pathetic person. Most pathetic person? The non-retarded janitor mopping up the pizza shake.
ToutSuite: This is a very detailed analogy.
Fussbett: What about the mother of the fat kid? I guess she's Blizzard. Or society.
ToutSuite: How does he know that retards like pizza shakes? And would know where to get them? I'm a college graduate, and I still haven't found one.
Fussbett: They're the drinks of choice for the lowest forms of life. But don't you dare laugh, you cocksucker.
ToutSuite: Not me! I don't want to be pathetic.
Fussbett: Why can't you nuture and protect the sick abomination that was invented in this guy's crazy head?
ToutSuite: What should I do, then? Make a big show of ignoring the pizza shake spillage?
Fussbett: Enroll him in an afterschool program or something, you heartless jerk.
ToutSuite: Really, what I should be doing is making sure anyone who DOES laugh knows what a fag they are.
Fussbett: This analogy excercise is to fine out who we should be laughing at. There are some pizza-flavoured red herrings.
ToutSuite: Well, so far I've learned not to laugh at anyone. Hopefully this will be refined further.