I drink 4-5 gallons of milk a day. I smash my fist repetitively into walls, much harder and faster than 25mph. I would consider myself a demigod of bone strength beings. However, even that would be being too humble. I surround myself with nothing but men who drink milk in the darkest corners of the world, in the corners of the darkest milk bars. We drink nothing but pure bread Portuguese Alpaca milk. It stinks and we heave with every gulp. It’s a torturous existence to get these steel bones. Everyday I struggle against the weak boned filth of this earth who try and infiltrate our godly group of men. We have through the years, established a simple test to separate the dust bones from those of Iron. Two men stand back to back In an open plain. They each run ten strides from one another and turn. Then with all of their might they run head first towards one another. The weak boned plebs will always stand aside. They know they cannot contend with those of us who are well versed in the bone strengthening methodologies. I have played this game since birth. I have never lost. I just will never lose. My frothing Alpaca milk shall not let me down. I am a genetic monster.