They do! Why, do they not wear clothes where you're from? Where are you from? Wait, no, you're from here... [ The dream, where other people are wearing clothes. (Yeah, he got thrown in here without the Powerpoint, sadly. Thank the ViViD gods.)

While he's thinking about clothes, or lack thereof, the boxers will glitch into a tutu. And the bedsheet disappears completely, reminding Ket that cold is a thing. He yelps – not quite a squeal, this time – and wraps his arms around himself, his fingers still not reappearing. How come he feels the cold but not the lack of fingers, anyway? ]

Hey, sir. Can we share? [ Yes, Floor-sir, he wants to share your one-man sleeping bag. Please be nice. ]