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"Do my clothes look all right?" you ask, feeling a little silly.
"They do to me," Fred whines. "I'm naked as a cotton-pickin' jaybird." He says the euphemism as though it were the filthiest word in the language.
"So you're not too happy about this," you infer.
"Happy?" he barks. "How could I possibly be happy? I don't have opposable thumbs, for Pete's sake! I can't stand up straight! And I don't even want to know what my girlfriend will think. I may have lupine hormones now, but she doesn't."
His anguished words remind you of Irene, and you realize that you too are in desperate need a cure.
Written by Joey Liverwurst