"So it does talk..." says Baxter as he steps out from the foliage. He looks Lysander up and down, whistleing low. "So, there a nudists colony on the island or what?" He looks down and sees the shreaded clothes and then his glance moves again to Thad's manhood. "Oh I see..." He grins knowingly. "You're into that kinda thing, huh?" His glasses morph into a ditto which oozes up to the top of his head.