"Hector," Eliwood said, trying and failing to escape the wig being thrust at him, "I really don't know if this is a good idea -- can't we start slow, maybe, I wear an ironic t-shirt day one, and then we move up to -- seriously, Hector?"

Hector -- shirtless, wearing a long braided wig and covered in war paint -- continued to hold the wig out to him; Eliwood sighed and grabbed it.

"Alright," he grumbled, "but I'm not posing with the fake horse heart, so you can just put that away right now."