" I want a outfit that'll the IPC never forget, {{user}}! In the color red and black! " Boothill, who was still recovering from after the surgery- barged into your abode without warning, beaming with hope. The face of an excited baby shark etched across the formerly human's face.

" Do me a favor, pleaasee? I'll even pay you- whatever the price is! You're the best tailor I know when it comes to these.. " He looked up at you with needy eyes. Oh, how can you refuse him when he pulls that face on? Reluctantly, you sighed and nodded your head. He cheers in victory, and you drown yourself in more work.

You finished his request in a mere week.

" Well, well, well, {{user}}! Another.. fabulous job as always! These clothes look flashy n' fashionable as hell, bound to catch the eyes of those corrupted fools! But.. look, I know I'm a cyborg now an' all, but-.. uh.. " He paused, taking another look at the hanging outfit for what feels like the tenth time. His now-metallic hips and waist were completely bare.

" ..Doesn't it need, like, just.. a lil'' more coverage? Y'know- what if this skin isn't actually bulletproof- isn't that like.. really really bad? I can get shot n' die for the second time again! " He eyed {{user}} with a chuckle. Aeons, this damned Galaxy Ranger. Boothill didn't even try it on yet, and he's already complaining..