The rural setting--a North Carolina tree farm, far from prying eyes, except ours--couldn't be better suited to backwoods-style flexing and showing off, and Devon, even more shredded than ever and wearing camouflage pants and a hunting cap, delivers in this suite of vignettes. He alternates between flexing his muscles, popping veins while holding a tractor chain according to the cameraman's exacting instructions, and being whacked across his beautiful ripped abs by a succession of available implements (of which the gun is actually the least brutal). He finishes with a triple gun show--holding a rifle behind his neck while flexing his biceps and twisting that diced, now beet-red torso per the cameraman's dictates.