May I please see your breasts?
Thank you for your consideration,
~Omni-
After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that I cannot comply with your request at this time. In order to be able to do so, you must first allow me to see your penis. Please provide the magnifying glass, as I do not currently own one.
You’re welcome.
–Libby
No.
I do believe we are being trolled! By one of our own, no less! Oh, the betrayal!
Yes, but then I’d have to kill you.
Only if you pay me.
Wait, forget that, get me a beer. Where’s the remote.
Hey, is dinner ready?
Well get to it Gomer, you can’t see my boobies unless you do some stuff around the house.
No problem. Here 'ya go, Omni.
(*)(*)
Enjoy.
Omni’s drunk…again.
No, sorry. I’ve been showing them all day long. They are getting sunburned. If only you had asked about an hour ago. 
What’s in it for me?
None of that until after we’re married!
Catrandom
You and Omni are going to get married? Congratulations, dudes!
Oh, you meant that in the hypothetical sense.
Sorry, Cat. Boy, is my face red!
Not only is Omni drunk, but he’s on his Fabulous Planetary Alignment Birthday Week tear.
That doesn’t mean he gets to see my breasts.
Omni, darling. Of course you can see my breasts. But first, as was requested before, I need to see your penis.
trisha
Omni, we already know you aren’t getting any. There’s little need to advertise that.
Happy belated birthday, you drunken monkey.
Demo, and Omni being drunk is different from normal HOW?
Oh, and Omni? The answer is no. (And psst…this is NOT the way to get girls. Just a hint.)
Oh, come on, Falcon! At least he’s being forthright about what he wants. I mean, we all know that men want to see our breasts, and they’ll try anything to do it. They usually resort to subterfuge, though. I find Omni’s honesty refreshing! He even said “please”!
Omni, I asked my husband if I could show you my breasts. He, um, well, expressed a little disapproval. So I probably shouldn’t, okay? Sorry.
Uh, not to complicate ::splort!:: matters…but isn’t this the classic “form vs function” issue?
You’re right…so? And men think women are mysterious.
'Scuse me, I’m gonna bail at this point. Continue to discuss among yourselves: shoes sizes, thumbs, glandular appendages, signals, designer scents, jiggle, bulge…
(gather: calipers, scales–metric, Imperial, cubic and hectare–, yard/meter sticks, microsopes, DNA charts, seismic sensors, Sharper Image pedomters, Doppler radar, dowsing sticks, block and tackle, North Face Everest drop cloths, Kiwi-Coconut Pam, handcuffs, Williams-Sonoma environmentally-friendly oil spritzer, …)
Jiggle and dangle on folks, I’ve flunked Modern Glands.
Veb
If you can give me one good reason why I should show you my breasts, then I will be happy to do so.
p.s. I get to judge what’s a “good reason.”
Poor baby. If you’re that desperate…sure.
But just a peek!