What I wanna know is how they manage to get it off when we're wearing the damn things. It's not like we're being wrestled out of them. It's as if one moment they're there and then the next--

[He stops as he feels a breeze blow by his knees, sending a shiver up his back. Glancing down, he finds that not only has he been relieved of his precious jacket, but now the matching pants have gone, too.]

ALRIGHT! That does it! No more mister nice god! An asskicking is too good for these things, I'm gonna roast them alive when I get my hands on them!

[More determined than ever, he starts stalking down the corridor in a huff, now only wearing his t-shirt, boxers, and boots. They better hurry if they don't want to be fighting in the buff.]

Let's go get these bastards, Heizou!