a large man with enormous moo-bags (aka tits), in which make him look like a pleasantly fat mound of play-doh

"good lord! check out fuckin hippo tits eating small children."

The two states of being are as a human being, or a hungry ghost. Semi-regularly you need to ask yourself which you are. Sometimes it is human. Others, alas, it is hungry ghost.

The hungry ghost seeks validity outside of themselves. Someone pining for an indifferent ex is a hungry ghost. Someone who arrives alone at 6:30 on Saturday night to a pub is probably a hungry ghost. Obsessive checking of mobile phones, chat sites or networks are clear signs that one is a hungry ghost.

The best thing to do is just stay home and ride it out. Read a book. Find some good clean fun.

The culmination of all negativity, evil, repulsion, and failure from all existing universes and timelines, all wrapped into the disgusting, grotesque, morbidly obese body of one gelatinous mass of slime wearing a bowler hat and sporting a handlebar mustache.