[See, this is why he needs someone else to dress him, he's either cheap shirts or too many layers that don't make sense—

He turns on his side to face Charles, still hugging the pillow.]

Poundland...? Like, a dollar store? [give him a point for knowing what a pound is,] That's mean. I get my three-packs from the supermarket.

[Pause for laugh track. Okay. He's not not serious, but once that sneaker money is gone, it's Hanes all the way down.]

Anyway, I don't think that's as threatening as you think it is... It sounds like I get better shirts no matter what.