What the hell is wrong with this guy?! Storming in and screaming about his body? And-

"Hey!" he brings the ball he's holding up, knocking the fist aside as he tries to shoulder-check the other boy. Really?! Aiming right for his face like that?

"You're not making any sense! What the hell is wrong with you?" he stands his ground, not about to be pushed around by some punk kid throwing around weird accusations.