Gaston “The Thunder Calf” Dupré and Roland “The Velvet Bicep” Marveau

...strutted through the village square like two peacocks who had discovered mirrors for the first time. Every step was a performance; every flex a public service announcement. Gaston kept “accidentally” dropping things so he could pick them up slowly, while Roland insisted on rolling up his sleeves every five minutes “because the air needed more muscle.” The villagers sighed, the pigeons scattered, and the fountain seemed to blush. But the two muscle machos just winked at each other, convinced the world was secretly grateful for their heroic dedication to looking fabulous.