"Why is there a curse mark down there?" Mike asked.
"On your bottom? Who do you think I am? First of all, I don't know how to land a curse. Secondly, I wouldn't land a curse on that body part even if I knew how to do it. Just because I look like a girl doesn't mean that I'm actually a girl. Pull your pants back up, or we are no longer friends," Caesar reminded Mike solemnly.
"Who do you think I am? I'm talking about my leg!" Mike retorted.
"Why would you need to take your pants off to show me your leg?" Caesar asked.
"It's my thigh!" Mike yelled.
"Really?" Caesar questioned.
"Of course! I have fiancees, why would I have any feelings towards you?" Mike shut up as soon as he said it, as it did sound a little strange.
"You can say it properly, I can understand wo
