Okayokayokay, you know what? That is it.

I'm sewing a whole bunch of freaking robes and pants and shit and leaving them in a big fucking box on that damn ship. Like, right now.

This is getting freakin' ridiculous.

[Time to go shopping, it looks like.]

Yeah, see, they don't tell you that your clothes don't reappear in the lockers if you wind up back in the pods.

I keep mine restocked after that first time, but apparently everyone keeps missing the memo.

I'm thinking lots of robes.

Uh, look, I can sew. You know a cobbler? Feel free to hit them up.

[Hey, Pietro's charity has limits. Not very high ones, either.]

Damn right it's fair. Even if we're talking scraps, this much fabric's going to cost me a pretty penny.