As Sid finds himself rising further and further into power, his waistline manages to grow even larger and larger. In fact he's ended up having to get new clothes fitted every other week after outgrowing the last pair. Sid was already up to 5 XL's before he stopped counting. Why bother after all? It's not his job to see what size he needed.

Now that he was a bigshot, he had no issues talking down to whoever he saw fit. This included not caring about what he did. He's the one in charge now, if people don't like it, they need to suck it up. Sid was done making concessions for others, it's time they learned to respect every inch of him.

The pit stains and the odor on all of his outfits began having wasn't a source of disgust for Sid. If anything it came packaged with the weight. Someone everyone else better get used to, mocking them for showing any hesitation about his attitude, smell or appearance. To Sid he was exactly what he was supposed to be. He was perfect.... Maybe a little on the thin side. But it was time others began realizing that too.