“I’ve told you about six times now, and it’s pissing me off. You are not going to the fucking beach with me in a goddamn Speedo. You’re not even gonna take your shirt off, fatso. We’ve been roomies for three years now; people on the beach know me and know that we’re friends. What the fuck are they gonna think when a muscle jock like me turns up with a guy whose BMI is 46? So yeah, fuck off and change, fat boy, and keep as far away from me as possible until you can do something about your obesity. Just looking at you standing there with no shirt on is actually making me feel sick. That belly is a fucking disgrace. You’re disgustingly out of shape - just get out of my sight.”
