"Hey, wow, slow down," Simba said as he watched Nala gorge on the hippo. When she ignored this, he made a decision, and muscled her aside from the carcass, "I said, slow down."

"Simba," Nala mumbled around a hunk of hippo before swallowing it, "what'd you do that for?"

"Because you're going to kill yourself eating like that," Simba replied, "and I don't want you to die."

"I'm fine," Nala said, "now let me through, I'm hungry."

"I know," Simba said, "but you're too hungry."

"Pah," Nala said, "no-one can be too hungry."

"Oh yeah," Simba said, slapping at Nala's side, sending ripples through her fat, "I remember when you could pin anyone else in the pride, including me, but now..."

"I'm happy with how I am," Nala said, "now let me though."

"You may be happy," Simba said, "but I'm not, you're seriously unhealthy, and I'm going to help you do something about it."

"I don't want to do anything about it," Nala said, "and I'm getting seriously angry, so let me past."