Cant you see Im starving? asked a very large man in a very loud voice. His words were clipped, desperate and breathless.It was less a question than a demand. Less a shout than a gargle, as though the man spoke through a mouthful of gumballs and old chicken bones. His head was massive; a pregnant watermelon perched neckless atop a VW Bug. His swollen body oozed off the sides of his bed and rippled with aftershocks after each huffed syllable. Two EMTs in ventilated hazmat suits circumnavigated the obese man like puffy yellow astronauts orbiting a small moon.Sir, calm down. Please. Were here to help you.