Barazj

At a special forces base. Baraj is standing in front of a mirror, flexing his biceps. His girlfriend, flap993, enters.

Baraj (puffing himself up): You see, flap993, these aren't just muscles. These are tactical muscles!

flap993 (smirking): Yeah, sure. They probably have silencers and laser sights, right?

Baraj (winks): Only at night. And during the day, with thermal imaging.

flap993 (approaches, squints): Just tell me, how many protein shakes did you drink today?

Barajj (sighs theatrically): One... liter. For each bicep.

flap993 (laughs): Alright, Rambo in a helmet, go take out the trash. Just don't forget to put on your body armor, in case the bags turn out to be hostile.

Baraj (in commando stance): Roger. Operation "Trash Storm" begins now!

Muscles.