“Well I think he captured us all really well,” Vince said as the Weather Girls segued into the theme music.
“Of course you do,” grumbled Stuart. “You’re the everyman hero who every mother wishes their faggoty son will meet and settle down with.”
“But you’re the one that everybody will want to fuck all night.”
Phil groaned. “Oh, give it a rest, the pair of you. There’ll be miles of slash fiction on the Internet about you. Nobody will remember the fat one who died halfway through.”
“You think that’s bad?” complained Alexander. “People will think I wear purple suits!”