Fatniss McDonaldeen and co. are waiting for death at the local slime dispensary. Think of all the bars of soap we could make from these useless slobs.
By “useless slobs” I actually meant “highly productive members of society,” but who cares about that anyway? Screw society; do what you want, even if it means eating 80 tortured-cow hamburgers a day and choking to death on your own fat gullet. Who cares if your skeleton is slowly being crushed by your own disgusting body? American dream, duh.