You stagger into the locker room after a hellacious leg workout clinging to your last bit of consciousness and look forward to a long hot shower to end your day. After lathering up you hear whistling and peer through soap covered eyes to notice it's none other than Chic himself a few shower heads down. You can't help but notice the way his chisled back,hulking arms and mitt like hands manuver the shampoo vigorously through his thick luxuroious mane. He finishes first and you step out soon after and see he's applying what looks like a a few sprits of hair gel, again just as impressive as before and you can tell he takes great care in his apperance. Noticing you staring he gives a faint nod in acknowledegment. Now you think here's my chance..
Like music to your ears, Bob utters the words "Hows it goin'?" Half thinking he must be addressing another roided-out behemoth, you look around. You feel the adrenaline surge as you realize the two of you are alone in this Men's Only World of the Locker Room. "Not bad", you respond casually, as if chatting it up with finely tuned muscle machine was a daily occurence, "And you?"
