watabe

If your honor needed defending,
Why would you stand there in the rain,
Waiting for a galant knight to see your peril,
And crush the offender's skull?

If your hand was bleeding,
Wouldn't you wrap it in cloth,
And tie it tight, to stem the flow,
Rather than wait for a passing medic?

Why then, do you stand there,
In the rain, your shirt soaking through,
Revealing hardened nipples.
Why don't you kick him in the balls?