you know those people that other people make fun of. the ongoing jokes. the people who don't realise they're being made a mockery of because they lack the certain finess to grasp the language used. well thats pretty much the story of fatties life.

he has a bad mohawk. which he puts gel in. he's incredibly pale. shave to the skin. his head is blue. his standard outfit comprises of cheap plastic sunglasses, big white dunlop runners, and an oversized 'bogan' tracksuit. he also always seems to have incredibly stale body odour.

james is taller, better looking, better with the ladies and in general a nicer person. everybody likes james. he got invited to an eighteenth and everything (he's in year 7).

people would feel sorry fatty if he was less of a dickhead. james has been rushed to hospitals twice because of fatty. once for two mangled and severed fingers. once for just under a square foot of second degree burns across his neck and back.

while nobody debates that william inteded for james to loose his fingers. everyone knoes he wanted and intended to hurt james really bady. he just didn't think about the damage inflicting pain can cause.

ie. he held jameses hand in the front door and then proceeded to slam the front door. i guess he didn't realise that that would remove somebodies fingers while shattering the bones into a billion (well, more like 5-10) pieces. he just thought about how much it would hurt.