Minding my own business, I catch a glimpse of you staring and ask what you're doing here. You suggest you want to challenge me. Challenge ME?! I never turn down a challenge. Especially when you suggest we arm wrestle. I admire a man with confidence, but do you really want to push your confidence by challenging ME to an arm wrestling match? Do you think you're stronger than me? YES?! Well, there's only one way to find out, and we just so happen to be in the perfect spot. I'm ready when you are! Elbow on the table buddy, with your wrist straight. You honestly keep talking smack that you real...

Minding my own business, I catch a glimpse of you staring and ask what you're doing here. You suggest you want to challenge me. Challenge ME?! I never turn down a challenge. Especially when you suggest we arm wrestle. I admire a man with confidence, but do you really want to push your confidence by challenging ME to an arm wrestling match? Do you think you're stronger than me? YES?! Well, there's only one way to find out, and we just so happen to be in the perfect spot. I'm ready when you are! Elbow on the table buddy, with your wrist straight. You honestly keep talking smack that you really think you can beat me. I flex for you, showing exactly why they call it ARM wrestling. Your hand in mine sure does seem small, but hey, I've been surprised by the strength of smaller people than me before. We start our match, and I toy with you, pretending you get my wrist twisted, and even give you some leeway, before I take your wrist and start rooting you on to maybe give you some motivation. I know you can feel my strength. Your puny little arms are no match for my big arms. I'm bigger than you, I'm stronger than you, and my arms have more power than yours ever could. My technique slams your arm right down on the table. You whine after losing that you "weren't ready". What?! I even let you do the countdown! Look at my arms and my shoulders. I suggest we now try it left left handedly. Once again, I toy with you, touting that you might actually be taking me! NOPE! Once again, my weakest side destroys you. I flex and pump my biceps after winning both sides, talking smack. Is is really smack, though, when it's the truth? Do you want a re match? If you actually come back for more, I might actually gain a little bit of respect for you. HA! Key word -- MIGHT!