Fuck yeah! Bit o’ brawn! Let’s do it! Please? I’ve been ever so good. Imagine if, right, you’re coming out of a supermarket and a troubled youth seizes your bag, much to your chagrin. As he darts away, out of nowhere a muscle-bound juggernaut throws out an arm, grabbing your assailant by the throat, then pulling him in close. “Put. The baaaag. Daaan”, he growls to the trembling burglar. Terrified, the petty criminal releases the aforementioned carry-all. Your hero hands it back to you, looking you right in the eye. “You wanna be more careful, my dear. There’s awl sawts raaand ‘ere”, he murmurs. He disappears into the crowd, leaving only the faintest hint of a scent — masculinity tinged with petrol. Awwww yeaaaah.
(Dan – you knows it xx)