[incoherent spluttering, cursing and loads of undecipherable swearing muffled only minutely by the music in the background.]
Wh-wha-what the hell?! I absolutely refuse this now, oy! Is this some sort of sick joke now, you bastard owls?! There is no way in hell am I ever going to be stuck in
this...
I DEMAND MY HOST CLUB ATTIRE.
[OOC: STILL ON
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