You see the liquid fat running through a transparent tube and the heart begins to beat faster. And then you see it running into a jar (it’s running into a jar… a jar, for heaven’s sake…)
And now that I’ve come round again I’m convinced that there’s nothing in any horror movie in history which comes close to producing the enervating effect brought on by the fatty fallout from liposuction. There isn’t. I really don’t want to go to bed on the back of this one.
(What the hell do they do with it? Flush it down the loo? Feed it to the pigs? Make noodles with it? This post has to end.)