So I just did 20 sets of chest and 15 sets of Bi's and I'm pumped like a float at the Macy's day parade.....I mean, giving a whole new meaning to the word Swole. Then this 145 pound Skinny/fat geek, covered from head to toe in cystic acne walks up to me and attempts to speak to me.. He's so amazed by my physique, he starts to tremble and twitch..finally he squeaks, "Ummm...excuse me....but..you know, I was wondering..umm." I yell, "Out with it...just say it jackass!" He goes, " Could you tell me what you're taking? You know, like..what's your cycle?" I say, "I'm not on a God damned thing, ok? " His eyes get real wide and he gets this confused look..like someone told him Aliens had just landed." He says, "C'mon man..you have to have to be on something.." I take a step closer to him and growl, "You calling me a liar?" He jumps back like a frightened Gerbil and screams in a high pitched voice, "No, no please ..I swear, I wasn't..it's just that I'm on a lot of test, deca and winnie and ..I don't know..I mean..you look like a pro and ...umm". I go, "You're on juice ? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAH!" I'd be very surprised if the Twink didn't off himself that night. One thing's for sure..he'll never recover.