Carver knocked on his chest. "Dear old dad thought I needed an upgrade that's more damage resistant, or whatever. Cage is mounted inside. Cargo pants are still here; I hadn't gotten a chance to retrieve them yet, remember? Or have you not noticed I haven't returned your pajama bottoms either, baby l-- HEY!"

He grabbed Lock and yanked him close to compare their heights. Upon finding the devil was now a whole three inches taller, he let out a frustrated shriek and shoved his friend to the ground. "Shut up! I didn't get to pick the size this time!"

He grumbled quietly, then looked over to Barrel. "Oh yeah. Speaking of which. Remember how I started using feminine pronouns to piss Funkyfart off for calling me an 'it'?" He flicked his new chest curves. "I'm switching to masculine ones, now. I think he's forgotten I'm not actually a girl."