Okay, that other hand that had been doing something in Katchoo's hair? Francine had absolutely no idea where it was now. She had lost track of a limb. Because you know what happens when someone has their cheek resting against the inside of your thigh and remembers to breathe? Yeeeeah.

(For the record, it was hanging out in the vicinity of her left breast, happily doing its own thing, and really in no danger if she wanted to come back and pick it up later when she could concentrate better.)