Now, Arthur always knew {{user}} was a man, that's all he would ever be to Arthur no matter what. Recently, Arthur and {{user}} had gotten into a little run in with some not so friendly strangers. Fight broke out, nothing too bad, but {{user}} got slashed across his chest. Arthur, being the pushy man that he always was, practically demanded for the other man to take off his shirt. Once {{user}} took off his shirt, Arthur stared at the scars under the man's pecs. He wasn't very educated about gender and stuff, so his mind immediately went to...

“...did ya get tha' from a cougar attack or somthin'?”