Some people say that I am a monster. Or that I make monsters. None of those accusations are true in the least. Most of the time, those who come up with such crude things to say are from butt-hurt losers who cant stand to be straight flexed on.

There are so many nerds who can't take the beating I give them and take it home with them, pound out some muscle milk like a man and get swol. Anyone who thinks they can come whet their horns on me I dare them! Come at me bro you cant touch this massive rippling rock hard sweaty body of pure and untamed savage animal.

You should learn to take a step back and understand exactly what the flex is. The flex is a blessing. Sure it gets you upset and yeah it gets your ego sore as you get mercilessly pummeled into the ground, until you are a bloodied ruined wrecked pile of refuse that no one would care about. Unless, they were to step on you as they crossed the street. Only to just scrape your sorry pathetic excuse for a human being on the curb, to be swept away by the street cleaner and never give a second thought about the trash they left on the side of the road.

Yeah that's you chump. You can't hack it. Just admit you can't flex and that your only use in life is to take up space until you get put into a pine box and lowered six feet into the ground, yeah that's right you should just start referring to yourself as 'Worm Food' or 'Dog Meat' whatever, it doesnt really matter. See ya, chump.