[ he is a lady fatass who wants pancakes but also fuck you.

rhys makes a bit of a face of disgust when they get to the gym, lifting his hand to drag it over his face as he listens to jack. ]

I'm going to die. You know that, right? I'm going to just touch one of these things and just die, bam. Keel over and goodbye, no more Rhys. Do you want that, Jack? You want me to die? Oh my god, I can't believe this.

[ seriously, don't make the nerd work out. ]