A ritual done by all husbands in the morning. Especially if their wives have just walked in. Often seen as staring into a mirror with the intent of looking at one's chest, flexing the pecs in the process.
Ralph: (staring at himself) Ready, begin. One, two, one, two....
June: What the heck are you doing? I've never seen you do that.
Ralph: Calm down, honeybunches, it's just a pec-check.
June: I gotta admit, you do love showing off that mall cop body of yours.