"What — what's this?" Ultima Crule says, taken aback, looking at the colourful paper bag dangling from Guardian Purple's outstretched hand.
"Yellow said she saw some shit when you kidnapped her onto your King Crab Airship Fort," Purple says. "I know I'd do some heinous shit if I had brass rivets riding up my gooch all day. Figured we could do a whip-round, get you some comfortable underwear, see if it helps you calm your tits."
Crule hesitantly takes the bag, peers into it, and gives Purple a goggle-eyed look.
"Give it a week, see if you feel more chill about burning the world down, maybe?"