You decide to use a
nonchalant type of approach to handle this delicate situation. "You
see babe, it's like this..." and before you even get to say anything
else, Wonder Woman cuts you off.
"BABE!? WHO ARE YOU
CALLING BABE!? YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOUR EXCUSE IS!
LET'S TAKE CARE OF THIS INSOLENT PIG, GIRLS!"
And with that, you are
dragged off deeper into the jungle by your hair. Look at you, getting
dragged by your hair by some Amazonian women? Who's wearing the pants in
this situation, huh buck-o? Unfortunately, you accidentally said this
out loud instead of keeping it in your head where it belongs, so they
club you unconscious.
A few hours later, you
wake up and find yourself in the middle of a big black tub. Hey! They've
drawn you a nice warm bath! "I guess they feel bad for what they did,"
you think to yourself. "Say, maybe they were impressed with my
mega-machismo and now want to make sweet love to me from now until the
end of time!"
"Say, why's this water
starting to get a little too hot? And what's with you guys putting all
those carrots and onions in here? Do they help open my pores? I have
been getting a lot of zits lately, I must say." You go on and on without
a clue in the world, as if you had never seen a single episode of Looney
Tunes in your life. Because if you had, you would've realized that they
were cooking you alive and not giving you a bath. Moron.
