"There's nothing like a suit made of carpeting in June." The stranger with the square of ugly fabric tilted his head forward a measured inch and feigned a conspiratorial tone. "It's going to be the next trend. Just wait."
Graham was able to stay serious for about ten seconds, but then a smile twitched at the edge of his mouth and gave him away. "A favor, actually. I have the most cargo space, which volunteered me for adventures in rug-shopping. Some other poor soul has to wear the carpeting and, if I am any judge of a makeup department, mud."
Mud and carpeting. There wasn't money enough in the world to lure Graham back into acting.
"Besides," Graham added, unable to leave it at 'carpet and mud,' "Everyone knows the Wolfman is far superior to the Black Lagoon monster, as far as Halloween costumes go. It's an acknowledged fact."