[ this commentary train is just going to assholeville population: the skelebros and this jackhole. rhys just leans his forehead against the door and groans. ]

Oh my godddd, right? Just, come on. [ he lifts his forehead and drops it against the door. ] What about us? [ another lift and drop ] And the murders? [ and again. ] Aaaand the rest of this bullshit town? Oh my god, I just want to go hoooome. Who caaaares about Miata maybe dying or whatever?

[ then he knocks his forehead against the door a few more times. someone better stop rhys before he gets the attention of the angry lesbians. ]