As the morning sun crested the window to his double wide peasants’ shack, Sir Hankins awoke and reflected on his previous days efforts. It was a good day, he thought to himself. He had battered several maidens and challenged several men to a duel for “mean mugging” him and cleverly excused himself when the time came for the duel.
Sir Hankins rolled out his straw bed and felt blessed to be in possession of 16 inch arms. Hard to imagine he was able to achieve such development in medieval times and on only 500 mg of bio identical testosterone, anadrol and growth hormone. Yes, all was good in the 10th century for Sir Hankins.
Sir Hankins sauntered into town as quickly as his stork like legs would carry him and saw a notice on the public board. Interestingly this was not the usual notice he looked for, which was men seeking men, rather it appeared there was an outlandish reward for the rescue of a certain princess from a dragon.
Filled with self importance, ignorance and stupidity, Sir Hankins decided he would rescue the princess from the dragon- if not for the reward, then simply to be able to beat her. Sir Hankins had not battered a princess yet.
Sir Hankins trudged out of the village to the dragons lair, complaining to himself the whole time that the walk was catabolic and was hindering his “gainz”. After a few miles of walking, Sir Hankins discovered the dragons cave.
Sir Hankins entered the dragon’s cave and discovered a dragon, and the princess. The dragon was a massive creature with golden scales and a thick chest, which immediately caused Sir Hankins to touch his own puny pecs and feel insecure.
Mr. Hankins then issued the challenge to the dragon. Dragon, your chest isn’t nearly as good as mine, for one, its not as lean. I challenge you to a pose down.
The dragon looked at Sir Hankins, breathed fire on him and incinerated him on the spot. Through wisps of smoke the dragon rasped “welcome to Thunderdome fuck face. Oh and by the way, even in that molten pile of flesh I can still see your gyno. You should have gotten on some Caber while you were still alive”
