At the gym I have no remorse for the weak and scrawny.
Life is survival of the fittest, and in a natural environment - removed from all the modern comforts that make men weak and soft, I realize that I, Sagittal Chest would be among the fiercest hunters.
Men would follow me and hang on my every word, not out of mere respect, but out of necessecity.
When women see the physique I have developed, through years of old school, lifting - the same sort of primitive lifting that sculpted the hardy men that built the pyramids, Stonehenge, and other monuments that stand as testaments to human enginuity, culture, and a drive to create art amidst the dreary and short lives that were pervuasive, they will instantly maneuver to drain my huge member of its protein, in hopes that they can capture some of that sticky, superior seed. But alas, because I do not go that way, I will slap these bitches away, grab the nearest twink, and fuck his ass until he surrenders his entire tribe to me.
