"Your mind should be above it all," the woman said. "If you're asking for compliments, you've come to the wrong party."
"I persistently get the feeling," Marc said, "that we're talking about two different things."
"Weren't you at the last meeting when the citizen's committee showed up and started chasing us around?"
"Why no," Marc said interestedly, "I guess I missed that one."
"The way people act," the woman said peevishly, "you'd think we nudists aren't decent or something."
"Nudists!" Marc yelped. "Then, you really haven't any clothes on after all!"
"Of course I haven't," the woman said self-righteously. "And you...." Suddenly a quiver of realization coursed through her plump body and, removing her hands from her eyes, she looked around at Marc with a glance of horror. Her lips parted and she screamed.
"You're dressed!" she cried. "You're the man with the gun! Get away from me. Don't come near me!"
"I wouldn't think of it!" Marc said, leaping to his feet. "Good heavens, don't turn around!"
"Don't worry," the woman said fervently, "I don't think I could even if I wanted to! I'm just going to sit here and yell." And just to prove it, apparently, she screamed again. "He's here!" she shrieked. "He's here, with all his clothes on!" Her tone implied a nasty accusation.