Yes, you had no worries about half-crawling inside the giant commercial printer.

This thing was always jamming, and I was certain I could fix it without any trouble. I opened up the front panel and peered inside. It looked like some paper was crumpled up in the back. Pulling a few cartridges out, I figured I'd be able to reach out.

Bent over double, I wormed my arm into the machine, staining to reach around the mechanisms for the offending piece of paper.

"Broke again?" Brad said, my butt pointing up at him. I suddenly started to worry that bent down at this angle, I might be showing a bit of my backside. Maybe enough to call into question whether I had any underwear on...