I can’t believe the nerve of you sitting there in that oversized chair, belly spilling over your belt like you've got any room to talk about my weight. You’re too fat to even catch a glimpse of your own dick, which is probably why your wife left you in the first place. You’re not leading anyone anymore—just a fat, useless slob who’s lost any respect you had from the rest of the team the moment you stopped leading by example. Now all you do is hide in your office, jerking off and shoveling food in your face like some grotesque parody of the man you used to be.