You Might Be A Fat Emperor If:

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Your equivalent of the Mir space station landed on your belly and has just zoomed past Pioneer 10.

You can't attend the celebratory opening of your first Sphereworld because you'd crush everyone to death inside.

A ship enters a freak warp point and comes out your ***.

Your mouth can suck up more than a Black Hole.

Your farts are Nebulas.

Someone fired a CSM at you and it's still stuck in one of your pores.

Your burps are more effective than Level 5 Plague Bombs.

Your breakfast cereal consists of Ringworlds and you still want another helping.

You are your own home world.

You generate more gravity than a black hole.

Those tiny specks that always circle around you are your own Galaxy.

Somebody held a lighter underneath you when you farted and you suddenly find you've launched yourself into another dimension.

You eat 100 Pizza Hawaiis for breakfast --- and the pineapple rings are Ringworlds.

You sneeze and all systems, planets, anomalies, ships, bases, etc. within 5000 light years in front of you were launched into the Greater Magellanic Cloud.

You measure the circumference of your hip with a warp point spanning from one end of the Galaxy to another and still it's too short.