Once the front of the bike is held firmly in place, Stiles wrenches the handlebars back into position. The noise the metal makes is cringe-worthy. Beaming, he gives the godawful, secondhand bicycle a pat on the seat. If only he knew said bike was going to be destroyed by a madman in a truck later that week.

"And you could pull out a knife at any time and shank me. Let's not dwell on the possibilities, dude."

Stiles, that's so not even comparable.