(Ax, in human morph, walks into the local drug store. He approaches the cashier)
Ax: Good evening, fine sir. My significant other and I are planning on consumating our relationship. I was told by my Prince that I should use some protection before proceeding in the ritual.
Cashier: Oh, I get ya.
(Walks away. Comes back with the products)
Cashier: Here ya go, fella.
Ax: (looking down at the product) I can hardly see how these will protect anything. Look how flimsy they are. I mean, just the smallest organism could slip right through it. And then where will I be? In trouble, that's what. Look at this! What a pathetic means of defense.
Cashier: Kid. Do you know what to do with rubbers?
Ax: Rubbers? What on earth would I do with those?