We once thought we'd never get another Arnold, we couldn't even count on his kids walking in his footsteps cause they look like a couple of little wieners.
Knowing full well his kids wouldn't be anything in life because of the simple fact that they're fruity weaklings, Arnold had to make a sacrifice and jump on a grenade hoping that from the explosion a child would emerge. A child carrying his incredible Arnold genes, a child that would look like him, act like him and even smell like him.
Then came this!:
To insure his genes would live on, Arnold made the right choice. Chosen to carry on his legacy, HE; the lovechild resulting from a relation between Arnold and his maid Consuela, will be the future of movies. Mark my words!
Bow down to the new Terminator!