You know, when he walked in here, he expected at least one shelf free of anything even remotely phallic. Like, surely, somewhere, there has to be something vagina-shaped.

But nope. He feels like there are mountains of dicks closing in on him from every direction. Tall dicks, fat dicks, colourful dicks, dicks made of stuff he can't fathom why anyone would like to put up their ass.

He's pretty fed up with it, but goddammit, he can't just leave or he's going to look like a total idiot.

So what Kaph does is walk up to the counter with the kind of not-uncomfortable look on his face that makes it really clear he's trying not to look uncomfortable and asks, "You got anything for straight guys up in here?"

Then his eyes fall on the apron dick and he gets a very bad feeling about this.