"...Oh, hell no."
Who Moist is addressing isn't immediately clear, but it's a safe guess that it has to do with a certain
sudden change in attire.
"Seriously. I look like a reject from the Monkees, or something. No."
There's a moment's hesitation, and the getup is replaced by fairly standard cowboy gear.
Moist facepalms, but he doesn't protest. Singing telegram posse is better than... whatever the hell that was.
(OOC: Open all weekend, or till he gets another post, whichever comes first.)