"I think I stand more of a chance if the enemy can see it, sir."
"What do you mean?"
"Well ... a normal army may pass straight through here but an army of 50-foot robots will simply crush the place. If my bunker is strong and sticks out, a giant robot is less likely to step on it for fear of toppling over."
"No one on earth has a giant robot army!"
"That's right, sir ... No one on earth ... but ..."
A lot of people don't believe I was a soldier. They look at my luscious hair and wacky bow-tie collection and immediately put me down as some kind of supernatural geek. And, well okay, they're not too far off the mark ... (clears throat). But here's the thing, my plan from the beginning was always this: know the facts about possible alien attacks and then be physically trained and able to deal with them. End result? - save the world.
After 3-years I left the army at the ripe old age of 20 but I'd like to think some of the skills are still with me. I'm great at physical movement, I can still remember Morse code and perhaps most importantly, I can fold my socks up into little balls with smiley faces. Bear Grylls probably knows this and that's why he's chosen me to join him on stage. Together we'll be an unstoppable force. I can see us now:
Bear attached to a rope dangling from the ceiling telling stories of the wild while chewing the head off an insect ... and me doing helicopter noises and throwing sock balls at a wall of slowly advancing giant robots.
"You can't beat them, Rhys, let's run!"
"No, Bear ... I have a plan, look I think I can outdance them!"