I would ask how she plans to cover her face, but I doubt very many people will be looking at her face.
"Hey whoa, I didn't know it was that kind of story. Listen, I'll just leave you to... whatever it is you do here. No judgement."
The length of that loincloth isn't fooling anybody, pal.
So Sheen is the giant rat? Accurate.
I suggest a new strategy, tiny chess-playing dude. Let the dragon win.
Strange, I don't remember this part of the book. And why don't the dudes on his arms have dudes for arms?
Who turned out the lights?