Doesn't matter. They probably had rusty fenders on their bikes, so no matter how many of the old muscle books they read by flashlight, they're no good -- and definitely never were the wolf on the top of the hill. Psh. Count them out and call your mother before the day of the contest and tell her you've already won! After all, even with that oil, they couldn't compare to you anyway -- not when you've got arms, and they've got spaghetti arms.
True but a good bodybuilder has the same mind that a sculptor has. Say you need a little bit more deltoid. Where a sculptor might just slap on some clay. Hadi goes through a harder process of shooting petrol into his shoulders.
