The party turned around to face him and for the first time the fat man moved.
She was talking to a fat man who had no hair at all.
At the sound of her voice, the fat man opened his eyes.
The fat man behind the food place is a nice one.
The fat man took another half step back to stay out of the way.
A very fat man sat at what was clearly the head of the table.
At least I won't be one of those fat old men.
He has not so much blood in him as a fat man might be thought to have.
The fat man thought, my God, how much does he know?
Why did the fat man have to ask for a yes or no answer?