Gentlemen. As you all know, one of us is secretly a woman.

But we’ve yet to achieve any success in identifying this feminine infiltrator.
That sneaky minx!

As such, I have prepared a series of statements designed to lure our intruder into revealing herself.

Ahem. “I say, there appears to be a one day sale in the local shoe emporium.”

“Gosh, look at the oiled torso of that semi-dressed labourer walking past outside.”

“My, that’s a lot of washing-up in the kitchen. If only someone could take care of it all…”

Hmm. I really thought at least one of those would work…
It’s almost as if your terribly misogynistic strategy had no effect at all.