C'rizz had become slightly obsessed with these 't-shirt' things. They were so bright. And had such intricate designs. And so he'd gone back to the wardrobe to collect some more. He had only taken the one last time, which he was wearing now. The Who, it proclaimed, still somewhat mysteriously. His scales where bright red, matching some of the design on the front. He pushed open the door and stopped. There was someone else there. Not one of the people he'd met before. He stopped and shifted. "Um, hello?"