(Footage from my vault...)

I'm home in my workout dungeon, and I catch you spying on me, AGAIN, while I'm working out. You think I would really allow you FREE, live access to watching me work out? Well, I may like it just as much as you do! Only, in a far more different way. I know how addicted and obsessed you are with my bulging biceps. My enjoyment comes from knowing how easily it is to intimidate you. I'm sweaty and pumped, knowing fully well you can only wish you could be half as strong as I am. I wipe the sweat out of my eyes, while you wipe the tears out of yours. I'm not ...

(Footage from my vault...)

I'm home in my workout dungeon, and I catch you spying on me, AGAIN, while I'm working out. You think I would really allow you FREE, live access to watching me work out? Well, I may like it just as much as you do! Only, in a far more different way. I know how addicted and obsessed you are with my bulging biceps. My enjoyment comes from knowing how easily it is to intimidate you. I'm sweaty and pumped, knowing fully well you can only wish you could be half as strong as I am. I wipe the sweat out of my eyes, while you wipe the tears out of yours. I'm not even fully pumped, but yet, I'm still rounded and peaked. I continue to pump my biceps, sweat dripping and glistening off of my glorious muscles. I flex, pump and pose while teasing and taunting how much of a sad and pathetic life you have. To rub it in more, I pump my biceps more and more, exposing my veins up close. I love talking about how my muscles feel, how they look...and it's a no brainer that you do, too. My strong, thick pecs ruin your ego as a man. How weak and unworthy do you feel right now? I'm sure you're worn out just from watching me, and, it's about all the time I will allow you anyways!