I get that regular intergalactic ordinances don't apply here, but even if I wouldn't get thrown in jail for doin' that in any of the possible contexts? I'm sure as hell it'd be frowned upon! That's the kind of thing they'd decide to kill ya for.

[It's that and not your rampant objectification of women, combined with your inane boorishness and complete lack of a use?]

My body is not fucked! It's fucking rad, is what it is...!

[He growls. Nandor, a complete stranger with way too much body hair than Dandy would like to take in all at once, is not the sort of person he wants o discuss this with.]

It's my head. It's full of...

[Dandy lets out a disgruntled sigh.]

Shit I don't need. I'm good at lettin' go!

So... What gives, baby?