::HOW DO I PROCESS THIS STATEMENT. HE IS COMPLIMENTING ME ON THE SIZE OF MY MUSCLES, BUT HE IS IMPLYING THAT BECAUSE OF MY MUSCLES I CANNOT DO A THING. MY MUSCLES LET ME DO EVERY-THING. THIS CANNOT STAND.::

::Max flexes his chest. His tank top explodes off of him in a thousand shreds of strained fabric::

I ain't too buff for nothin'. Except shirts.

::Max reaches up for a branch::