"That reminds me of a joke. So this man--" Gar shifted into a canine and sniffed around for toxic gases-- "is in bed with his wife, and he's kissing her, rubbing her shoulder, you know how men do when we're looking to get some. She says, 'Not tonight, honey. I have a headache.'"
He walked to a far wall and scratched a bit of rubble to see how solidly packed it was. "The next day, the man comes home with roses and candy. He does the dishes and vacuums the house and everything. That night, in bed, he's kissing her again and she says, 'Not tonight, honey, I have a headache.'"
Apparently satisfied with both the air supply and the relative safety, Gar padded over to the woman and sat in front of her. "So the day after, he takes his wife out for a night on the town. Dinner, dancing, the works. They get back, and bedtime rolls around. The guy goes into the bathroom for a long time and comes out completely naked. The wife rolls her eyes and says, 'Honey, I have a headache.' The husband says, 'I've just spent the last five minutes in there powdering my dick with aspirin. It's your choice. You can take it orally, or you can take it as a suppository, but you're getting some medicine.'"