>I was only 19 years old
>I loved Dynamic Anatomy so much, I had all the 1950s Tarzan comics and in-depth books
>I pray to Burne Hogarth every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given
>"Dynamic Anatomy is love" I say; "Dynamic Anatomy is life"
>Loomis hears me and calls me a faggot
>I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Burne Hogarth
>I called him a cunt
>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
>I'm crying now, and my face hurts
>I lay in bed and it's really cold
>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
>It's Burne Hogarth
>I am so happy
>He whispers into my ear "The ideal human form is 9 heads high."
>He grabs me with his expertly rendered hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees
>I'm ready
>I spread my chest for Burne
>He turns my pectoralis major into chrome
>It hurts so much but I do it for the sake of perfection in the human form
>I can feel my muscles becoming more defined as my eyes star to water
>I twist my upper body 180 degrees
>I want to please Burne
>He roars in a mighty roar as he labels all 44 of my hyper-defined muscle structures
>Loomis walks in
>Burne looks him straight in the eyes and says "It's all dynamic now."
>Burne leaves through my window
>Dynamic Anatomy is love. Dynamic Anatomy is life.
