Aiee, get it off, get it off!
So I'm sitting in Barb's car, minding my business when she suggests that I cosplay as Kusanagi. Oh no, I can't do that, I don't have the body, I'd have to put lots of muscle on my upper arms... "You're only young once," she says. "I've had regrets that I didn't costume certain characters when I was younger." We made a vague agreement that if we both wanted to, we would work on her combat bodysuit and I'd try to put on some muscle mass.

I've had the damn thing gnawing on my leg all day.