[i]Gonad stood a fair distance from his opponent (however much you want within the confines of the bar, old boy), bushy eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed as he stared past LeeRoy and off into some nonexistent sunset. Unusually, he wasn't naked this time, having empathy enough for the customers to wear a white button-up shirt and silky red pants. He was the manager of this establishment, after all, and had to look the part. His combat equipment wasn't on his person today, for this was a workplace, not a battlefield.[/i]

[b]"Hrah! Ready be Strange Man?"[/b]