Back when i worked at the stonemakers we had an obese slob start.
We would eat our dinner sitting on our concrete benches and this fat bastard wouldnt even talk he just sat destroying food from buzzer to buzzer and only ever stopped to fart.
Then when he got up there was a puddle of sweat on the bench and this was in an unheated shed full of holes on the seafront in - 0c weather in middle of winter.
Cant even begin to imagine what he was like in the summer.
