“Oops,” I said. “Oops,” the King said. “What oops?” “Okay, so, how would you feel if you looked like you had boobs?” “Is that a hypothetical question?” “Hypothetically… no. More like that’s what I painted somehow and will now be a part of the finished product because I don’t know how to fix it. Nor do I know if I want to.” “Am I busty?” “Very. You also have three of them.” “Good. Proceed.”
