Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Fatty, let's not pretend you know your body better than anyone. Back in Jayrodale, I could already tell.

"You're overweight, constantly drenched in cold sweat, panting like you ran a mile after two steps. If I had to guess, I'd say you've got a rare form of obesity. One of those conditions where even drinking water makes you gain weight, right?"

Elon's eyes flickered with panic. "How… how do you know that?"

For a moment, the thought of ordering his men to strike completely vanished from his mind.

Andrew replied calmly, "How I know is none of your business."

"What I do want to tell you is this—your condition isn't just your average weight issue."

"Your internal energy flow is completely imbalanced, your bodily systems are shot, and every ounce of nourishment you take in goes straight to your fat stores. And that means, when it comes to your sexual performance, your penis probably isn't just useless, it's starving.

"In fact, if I'm right—and I