"See, that's another way in which girls and guys are different. I'm all kinds of in favor of you telling me about all the women you'd like to bang like a broken screen door in a hurricane." Lesbianism was God's reward for a virtuous world, as far as Gar was concerned.
Gar, having worn a tiger's muscles, had a sharper hold on the animals than the zookeepers. "Siberian tigers are the largest of the big cats. They have a lot of stopping power, but getting away is possible; they're more sprinters than anything else, and they tend to give up on prey if they don't kill it with the first blow. Bengals are smaller, but they're more dangerous to humans, since Siberian tigers almost never turn man-eater. Okay, maybe I've been here more than a couple of times." Gar remembered the feeling of being a tiger and tried to think of what he would do in that situation. "There's one," he said, only barely after opening his eyes to confirm his guess. "That one's named Tony. Zookeepers aren't very creative."