In conclusion, I am Wambo Skeleton, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a person not entitled to wear no pants in public? "No," says Minfilia, "you should be setting an example." "No," says the white mage, "you need those for mana songs." "No," say the Yellowjackets, "you're under arrest for public indecency." I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Glenn Hunter. A man who would not judge you for passing out naked at a stranger's funeral; whom would extend a blind eye to your gil laundering operation; whom won't ask you why you're feeding a sack of lalafell organs to a goobbue! And with the completion of this arcane ritual, he will eternally belong to Us, mind, body, and eternal soul.