How do I not kill my obese coworker? He has only been here a couple of weeks and I have never experienced anything like this before. There is a single flight of stairs here and the toilets are downstairs. After climbing them, he plops on his seat and gasps for air for at least 3-5 minutes. It's that horrible, heavy, wheezing, mouthbreathing that physically hurts you from sympathising with his strained heart. Once a day, he goes for a waddle up and back the street because he's all healthy 'n' shit. He honestly sounds like he will die when he gets back ... and climbs the stairs again. I have never been as exhaust after anything as he is after 5 minutes of walking slowly. It's so bad and loud that even my non-shitlord, also fat workmates comment asking if he is okay.  But that's not even the worst part. He eats several apples a day (I assume his doctor has told him he is moments from a heart attack and thus the apples and walks). For someone so phenomenally out of shape and who can nosebreath louder than I can scream, an apple is the worst possible food he could eat. It makes this intense, lip-smacking, slobbering, slurping, chewing sound in between desperately struggling for breath and I'm almost not exaggerating to say it gives me migraines. People in my life have told me I have the patience of a statue. As a child, I could fall asleep with a raging party outside. Stuff doesn't get to me, but this guy ... I'm pretty sure he has a temporary contract so he will be gone eventually. I suppose this will be a true test of my discipline. Bonus: As a said, he has been here a couple of weeks. The other day, one of the managers grouped all the men together and made a speech about how someone is regularly destroying the toilet and not cleaning or replacing the paper. Coincidence? Picture because I won't bore you without a picture.