t is your behind or your unmanly chest. You make the choice, Kirk of the Enterprise.

[Loki lowers his voice to a whisper.]

Choose wisely.

[Still, Loki thinks about it.]

I might have an idea. Hold on.

[He stands up and looks around, only to return with two wet leaves.]

These can go on your chest. Than the world will not be faced with your nipples either.