There might be too many revelations going on here.
Oil-seal is too slippery for even semi-transparent beings to ride.
Okay, I'm willing to accept the two-tusked elephant that can fire a gun, but that is not how mirrors work.
Remember, subtlety is important when checking out a lady's backside.
Four-armed man really really hates department store mannequins.
"Really? I'm a flying dude in a leotard with f**king wings and antennae and I don't buy this robot."
There really is no privacy in fantasy, is there?
"That's it, it's bed time for you, and no dessert!"
"My God. It's full of nekkid people!"
"Yeah, one question. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for the raw adventure, but uh...could I get some pants?"
"Hey. Having a moment here. Do you mind?"
If Kansas was filled with ice spikes and tentacle monsters, I'd hate it too.
I can't tell what's more WTF, the cover art, the title, or the fact that somebody thought of this, and somebody else agreed to publish it.
"Oh crap, I forgot my armor again, didn't I?"
Biplanes vs. dragons? I think I know how this book ends.