Confronting Best Friend About Our Beef

Listen to me. I have this friend. Yeah, it's fucking insane. I wish I could explain to you. Yeah, his family, very successful, like all around just incredible family. Okay, like they have— everybody works an incredible job, like all-American, all-star football players, whatever. I was talking to him about working out because he came back. I haven't seen him in like 2 months and he was I'm fucking shredded. I'm like huge. Could not wrap both my hands around his bicep, like ginormous. And I'm like, what the fuck did you do? And he goes, in like a braggadocious way, like, guess how hard I've been working? He goes, I do 200 pushups a day. And I go, what else? He goes, that's it. I do 5 days a week, I do 200 pushups a day. And I go, what the fuck are you talking about? Like, that's nothing. Like, do you know I had to bust my dick just to get a quarter of your muscle? What are you talking about? And he goes, Well, unfortunately in my family, like, if we work out too much, we gain muscle too quickly. That's cool. And I'm like looking at him like, holy fuck, that's sick.