"You love the fatties, don't you, Martin?" Damon slaps Martin on the shoulder, as muffled screams come from the oven. He chuckles. "Remember when you chased down that fatass of a fox? That was about the funniest damn thing I ever saw."<br/><br/>It really was -- the teenage fox wobbling and jiggling as he ran at a painfully slow lumber, gasping and sobbing, Martin jogging just behind him...