I just saw two tiny children running along the pavement, all alone.

[Sir C]

I think you're OK as long as you on no account touched them, at which point it would be Nonce O'Clock.

I've never considered that aspect of morbid obesity - that one is too fat to be able to catch one's children if they run away.

They were escapees from Nexus, for Christ's sake. The fat cow was a chasing staff member.