❝ oh-ho ! ❞ arms raise themselves above his head and he bends them so his elbows were pointed upwards, letting out a loud, boisterous laugh as he showed himself off like a blue, first place ribbon. his lips stretched into a wide grin that exposed his teeth, eyes shooting a wink out to the spectators. a little pre-game gun show never hurt, right? and from the sounds of his various fans littered throughout the stands roaring and cheering him on, it seemed like they agreed. if it’s max brass they want, it’s max brass they’ll get. what could he say? he lives to impress his fans and impressing is the one thing he’s best at other than his good looks, kind, positive attitude, and his well-built body. despite his old age of fifty-two, he's somehow managed to keep himself in shape. ❝ you want some more? how about a load of this╾! ❞ body pivots just a bit and arms come down slightly, elbows pointed outwards as he prepared himself for the one thing he loved ( and still does to this day ) to do most, the signature max brass move; flexing and twitching his pecs.