Thresh was decidedly NOT happy. He had spent the last couple weeks locked up in a white room with nothing but the white suit men teaching him "words" and "etiquette" and to "read". The reading hurt his head, how could lines mean things? the only thing that meant things was his thoughts and he wasn't going to let some lines tell him what to think. However he would admit that he liked the pants they had given him, a blessing for everyone else as he refused to wear anything else, and the suspenders proved to be adequate in keeping him entertained as the truck drove him to his destination.

When he felt the truck eek to a stop Thresh was ready for anything, except for a weird...thing speaking to them. He assumed it was something like him but it was just too weird. In fact, none of the other things around him were like him. The white suit men lied to him again! Plastering a frown onto his face, Thresh grunted and waited.