...and they’re ripping off each other’s clothes when she notices the scars on his knees. “Oh when I was a kid I contracted kneesles,” he explains. “You mean measles,” she says. “Oh no, Kneesles.” So they continue undressing each other, unfazed. Until she noticed his crooked toes. “Ah I also contracted toelio.” “Don’t you mean polio?” “No, I got toelio.” Bored by his denials, she shrugs it off. Until he drops his pants. “Don’t tell me,” she laughs. “Smallcox…”