Short Story: Flatmate (Pt. VII)

He wasn’t all that smart. But he was fit. Real fit. Oh, how fit mate? Well real fit – like there was this time right, he went to the gym for one of those tests, and they’re trying to measure his heart rate, see an increase, and he’s on the bike right. And he’s pedalling. And it’s going nowhere. Not a sweat, nothing. Just cool-as. And so you see he goes …