“I wish Sarah forgot she was naked,” you mutter. Sarah's hands and arms dropped away from her luscious, gubernatorial body and returned to her normal stance. Exposed to the air her large pink nipples had grown obscenely hard and her trimmed brunette bush. When the SS man tried to put his coat on her once again she said in a high, nasally, sexy voice, chocked with Midwestern twang, “Thanks, but no thanks.” She told them disperse and that, “I don’t see any red dots, do you,” When the poor man tried to mumble she was naked she cut him off. Palin ordered, “Take some time off, I want to be with the real Americans, But, the SS man interjected, I said go!” The SS man obliged, but what do you do?