Born amid the infamous buffet of 1906 atop a stunning platter of thick roast beef slices, Pat is considered the prodigy when it comes to overeating. Instantly stuffing his face with dark roasted beets and heavy salted bass he shocked the world as the infant with a gluttonous appetite for anything fat. Guzzling, gorging and gobbling always came naturally to Pat, it was finding friends he didn't want to consume that was difficult. But through out the century a collection of unsavoury individuals have formed at Pats side supporting his dangerous obsession for regurgitated funk rhythms mixed with synthesized salami soundscapes.
This band of unappetizing souls eventually cooked up the legendary stack of doo doo inducing pk bins. These perfectly cooked subs ooze succulent hot sine waves that coagulate into a bottomless pit of delicious mush. Serving mouthwatering award winning main courses and deserts, Pat is placed amongst the upper crust of talent and has 81 Michelin stars to prove it. Every year Pat gets a little bit hungrier and grows a little bit fatter to the point where he is now just a ball of fleshy cottage cheese. With a never ending vortex of griminess inside of him, Pat's stomach produces thrashing flatulence that entrance spectators in its warm and wet embrace. Indulge in the experience of thick musky bass explosions and rhythmical jiggling muffin tops the world has grown to know as FAT PAT.