I must, therefor, suspect that the lense captured the subjects of this discussion at a moment when the said orbs were moving upwardly--under the spell of Newtonian Law-- which motion was, perchance, induced by what I can only imagine was a purposeful jilt in the bearers' ambulations.
I retract my previous charges, and humbly submit to the consensus opinion that, yes, the boobs are the real McCoy.