Dave stared in horror at the little green suit before him on the table. Good lord, she made a suit for Cal. That awful nightmarish puppet had haunted her dreams and made her create it new clothing. God, that thing couldn't get any worse.

"I... uh," he sputtered awkwardly. "Well shit, Dirk'll probably love it. He adores that shitstain fuckin' puppet, I'm surprised he hasn't made it all sorts of weird ironic outfits at this point. I guess he's too busy making enormous quantities of smuppets to get around to that."

Dave carefully picked the suit up, turning it over in his hands. It was incredibly well made. "Did you, like, measure him at the party or something? This looks perfect."