He’s eaten his way through the entirety of the food court in Manehatten Mall, turned his bovine body into an immense mountain of chocolatey fur covered blubber, yet he still wants more. His belly rolls are thicker than mattresses, some even larger than cars as they crush furniture as though they were made of matchsticks. His butt is nought but a pair of monumentally massive gelatinous orbs, occasionally letting out building quaking farts as his stomach processes the immense amount of fast food and sweets.
 
Everything, every taco, burger and pizza slice. Even the grease from the fryers has long since been pumped into his demanding gut. And yet, between the gurgling grumbles of his belly, and the bursts of flatulence from his rear and face, he demands more.
 
“Yak still hungry! Yak needs more food! More!!!”
 
And he will get more, his anger dissipating into a wide grin as he watches a hose float towards his face, a golden coloured liquid dripping from the end. His belly roaring in anticipation, he opens his maw, awaiting his next feeding.