He feels like he'd look like some kind of hipster woodland sprite and Isaac isn't sure he has the brain capacity to deal with that right now because all his mental power is going towards trying to ignore his tits. "Yeah, that's a good idea," he says. "For all I know, it's any door. Last time this happened, the door to the bowling alley made me a guy again."

"So this never happened to you, huh?" He's starting to feel picked on by doors, of all things.