Gary can't relax in his office anymore since that fatso Tracey is huffing and puffing behind him. Poor guy . . .
Gary has to order multiple breakfasts and lunches now that Tracey shares his office with him. The first breakfast and lunch are decoys. Because when he left his desk to stare at Howard his food miraculously vanished from his desk. He like Sherlock Holmes followed the trail of eggs and salami bits back to her desk . . . - - - So now he's forced to take his real breakfast and lunch into the bathroom and eat it on the toilet seat . . .