[BLUBBERING AND BLABBERING as strider rambles, kind of trying not to flail and flailing...but there is another unmanly squeak at the offer of him checking]

NO! I-I mean...that won't be necessary! [THROWS HIMSELF AT THE KEYBOARD] Everything is fine I will handle this and it will all go away and you will forget all about it, hahaha, won't you, Mr. Strider? A temporary memory lapse, perhaps? I assure you there were no hands anywhere near the crotch area of my body and this is an unfortunately timed coincidence, and nothing else!