Nick: Where'd you go man?
Mike: I ran out to Dairy Queen, I had to grab a late-night fatsicle.
Professor: A fatsicle is like a popsicle, except
you know...made out of fat.
Mother: I picked up a couple fatsicles
for the boys.
Observer: I just drove by Dairy Queen and there's about 50 people outside sucking on fatsicles.