Otto hit the button to power down Caulin’s bike, his hands shaking with rage. “No.” Del gasped. “Why did you stop the bike? He needs more exercise—” “No, he fucking doesn’t,” Otto growled,
everyone needs a little exercise and this dude can barely climb the front steps of the college without collapsing. you can't fight fatphobia by plugging your ears and saying, "nuh uh"
