“Chunky?” [Roy asked, looking thrown off and attacked by such a statement.] “So I’m not in the best shape of my life— I am not chunky. What can I say. The military has nothing on your training regiment, Jaybird.”
“Yeah, chunky. I mean for fuck’s sake, Harp. You lost half an arm and still gained 30 pounds!” [He’s smirking, barely holding back laughter.] “Does your prosthesis have a tire iron on it to remove that spare tire around your waist?”
and all of this will never be the same again 