[Then how do you know, Zura? If they're even lopsided at all! Maybe there's something else hiding under all that hair. Like a tiny colony of small rodents, or a nuclear missile.]

Hey, what's that supposed to mean? No! No it doesn't!

I shaved this morning! There's no way.

[He knows his balls are hairy.

Cut him some slack.]

My head may be wooly, but the head of the wooliest mammoth...

[DON't FOLD UR ARMS THERE IS NOTHING PROFOUND ABOUT WHAT UR ABOOT 2 SAY]

Is definitely in my pants.