in a five-pound sack.
Well, “Old Porko” might be closer to eleven...maybe even twelve pounds, but now that I’ve met Edloe over at Chez Simon, Matata doesn’t seem all that big...even if she thinks she’s the King Shit.
Matata: I’m big. Looka how big I am.
Edloe: I crap bigger than you. [Tip o’ th’ whisker to the late Jack Palance]
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