Yes, so far all the guests seem very happy.

Hi, we're checking out.

Just charge my card.

That's weird.

That's the fifth couple to check out after only an hour.

Hi, we'd like a room, please.

Wait, I'm sorry.

Weren't you just here a moment ago

with a different ma-- oh, crap.

Stewie, we have a problem.

The only people checking in are here

to have sex with prostitutes.

What?

Nonsense.

Well, then why are they all signing the guest book

and writing quaint things like "railed Crystal good"?

Oh.

Damn it, this is awful.

How could I have not noticed sooner?

I mean, it's more obvious than when

George Takei was in the closet.

Hey, George, how are you?

I am a heterosexual.

I love vaginas.

Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum.