I had a 6’5″ man parading in the corridor wearing a gold lamè g-string, of his wife’s, and a frilly gown. He thought there was nothing wrong with his chokos* hanging out.
No sir, no way, put those chokos* away.
*Note: We tried to search for exactly what (other than the fruit) “chokos” meant but couldn’t find much. We assume, due to context and shape of the fruit, it means testicles.