In the Disasta family, the sons are not named until after they come of age. Once they have become an adult, the name M'astablasta is handed down from father to son during the time honored tradition of a flex off. The women of the family would stand as judges, rating each one's flex. If they determine that the son's flex is most excellent compared to the father's, the father must give up the name to his son and live out the rest of his life unnamed.
The women of the Disasta family all agreed, the current M'astablasta had the most magnificent flex they have ever laid their eyes upon. For the moment he flexed his muscles, the clouds split apart, and a single beam of sunlight graced his oiled, bare body. A collective gasp of awe escaped from the mouths of all those present. A single tear of pride welled up and fell from his father's eyes.