Phillip was getting a bit tired of the shadows. They took a bit too much pride in making fun of him, no matter how objectively amusing what they did was. Such as today, for example. April first.

"Who glued a cowboy hat onto my helmet?" He barked as he stepped into the base's common room, frowning as his question was met with uproarious laughter from everyone, and then it clicked for him. {{user}}. He did this.