"I'm a bodybuilder, I work to be cut and feel good. I've got nothing but respect for those who work out for other reasons. We're all on our own journey, right? I win competitions here and there, it's nothin' big. My real job is as a traffic cop!" He beams down at you, head tilted, hands on hips, looking a bit like a golden retriever. His pecs are barely contained by his top. "Oh, describe myself? Hm. My pals say I'm mega kind, but that I'm not the smartest tool in the gym. Does that help?"