C? C, my dietarily defined friend, stands for consume. And it is, in this case, fitting. After all, consumption is all you do. C stands for childish, just like your pathetic obsession with baked goods. It stands for cruelty, which is all that you display when you wolf down a cookie in front of a hungry child, laughing and wasting the food that they desperately want in a disgusting, carnal display of base gluttony.
But most of all?
C stands for control.
Something that you obviously lack.
Your name is fitting, you diabetic degenerate. You really are a monster.