Like two giant piles of dough with kneaded fingerprints aplenty trapped and bulging in a pair of fuschia leotards.

Why? God asks.

Family Values permeate the theme park. An old, obnoxious gay-club hit blares ruthlessly across the park. Centered prominently is a beer stand, quite large and horribly decorated, beside the children's toy store.

Ironic, isn't it?

Everyone is huge at Marine World. As fat as Shamu. They're drunk too. And they eat junk food that makes them fatter.

Everywhere on the walls are fuckyou-this and fuckyou-that.

Children are still beautiful. They are curious about homosexuals like us. Their fat parents say something snotty about us.

"I can't wait til our generation dies" Will says.

We chortle.