Harold nodded silently. "Friend of mine from way back when could perform some interesting parlor tricks. Needless to say I was a little shocked," Harold explained. Suddenly, Maggie bursted in with a shirt in her hands. Bill and Harold turned their heads towards her and smiled.

	"Here it is, Jenso. I took the liberty of using some of our best fabric, now that there's..." She paused and shook her head, walking over to him with a half-smile. "Here," With both hands she unfolded the shirt and held it by the shoulders. It was a yellow T-shirt with very smooth fabric that looked very durable. "It's made from Gold Fibers. Really easy to patch up, and hard to tear..."