John looked up from his paperwork. A late middle aged, sweaty, balding man was standing in the doorway smoking a cigarette. His stomach was so huge that it had caused his belly button to become distended and protrude from under his tee shirt, which was stained with food. He looked at John through thick yellow-stained glasses, and held out a stack of paperwork. "Hello. My name is Donny Wood. I'm your new employee." He proceeded to cough profusely for fifteen seconds, at one point turning a deep shade of purple, to the point that it appeared he might pass out.

"I don't need anyone." John marveled that the man had survived.

"Don't matter. I need work," he said in a high-pitched, nasally voice.