"It comes out the same place it goes in... and it just now occurs to me that the good Insect Lord did not gift your kind with a prick. Which means you've no place to put it and all your confusion makes sense."

This is mind blowing. Next to his guns that's the most important part of him and the idea of a whole species that will never know that pleasure is almost sad.

"Dare I ask what you carry in the pails?"