"True. Novelty value is good, but I don't really want us to be a vore Spinal Tap, y'know? Being funny doesn't have to mean no artistic integrity." At the underwear comment, he grinned. "True...though I don't think her customers would be too happy buying second hand underwear." He took a thong off his tail, and peered at it for a second, half expecting it to turn into someone, before gagging suddenly and flinging it away. "...blurk. Maybe we can get skunks to throw only bras or something?" He grimaced.<br/><br/>"We are," he said cheerily, his hair degenerating back to its usual blond mess as he poured a bottle of water over his head, same as Ptricia. "Well, Lemmy would be the one to get them, anyway. Speaking of which, we should probably clean up before they go on...any chance of a cleaning spell thing?" asked the sweat-sodden wolf.