"I've lived here for 50 years, but even now I can barely understand these confounded little puffs!" The old man said irritably, walking towards Jeff. One of the puff balls jumped onto the hair-man and grumbled angrily. "I meant nothing by it, little Chufila! haha.." The old man moved close to Jeff and whispered to him, "They understand English, watch your mouth 'round them," he paused and moved his hidden hand out of his hair-like body, handing Jeff a bundle of clothes. "Here are some replacement clothes, whippersnapper."

	A pure black t-shirt, and a pair of grey pants was now in Jeff's ownership.