He ain't fat, he's just a little bastard. Seriously, we can hear him walking across the floor two floors above our living room because he stomps like baby Godzilla. Christ man, I weigh 220 lbs and my wife can't even hear me when I'm walking across the floor directly above our living room. Unless the little pecker has a congenital defect that makes him walk like that, and he doesn't, there's no excuse for letting your kid do that right above your neighbours' heads all fucking day long.
But as I mentioned in my previous post, the problem has been solved, for now.
I only ever saw a kid act like him once before. I was dating a woman some years ago who was divorced but her ex had the kids every other weekend. And holy fuck when they got home they'd be climbing the goddam walls, running all over the damn place. Turned out the asshole would load them up on sugar on the day they'd go back to their mom. Basically sugar coated cereal, Mountain Dew and ice cream all day until they went home.
Makes me wonder what the idiots upstairs feed their kid.