If I understand the message of those classes our HR department makes us go to, I am apparently supposed to have the ability to somehow not even notice the cleavage of my female co-workers, no matter how much of it they display. My abject failure at this apparently makes me a sexual predator, and is little better than flashing my cock at them, or putting Rohypnol in their microwave chicken lunches and raping them in the lunchroom.

I assume that this super-human immunity to cleavage can only be obtained as the result of either accidental exposure to some source of radiation, possibly from outer space, or a sudden and complete conversion to radical poofterism. I calculate the odds of either event to be somewhat remote.