"I am new," Rhys says, getting back to a sitting position at least. Maybe he wouldn't die today. But, maybe this guy wasn't finished yet and as soon as Rhys stood up, he'd take a pole to head or something. So, Rhys was just going to keep his seat.

"And this is making me want to stay away from the training yard forever," he says honestly, rubbing his side. "I'm in shape!"

He was a beanpole. He wasn't out of shape but there was definitely work that could be done.