"Weellll," said Jack, thoughtfully. Really, besides his own declaration of evil, he seemed like any other teenager. Probably about fifteen years old or so. He was scrawny, starting to get gawky in the limbs, and sure he knew everything.

"I'm not actually sure. Cause I might've been out of it for a while. But we're on a space ship and our worlds are gone. So, we have to fight some naaaasty space bugs in order to stop them from tearing the universe apart and maybe get our worlds back." He wiggled his fingers in the air at "nasty space bugs", contempt clear.

"Which, you know, I kinda wanna do because without a world I don't have anything to take over. But first, clothes."

He peered around the corner into the clothing room, the vines at the top swayed gently in a nonexistent breeze in their usual, faintly ominous manner.

||Please go to the center of the room to be clothed.|| Stacy's voice chimed in.

Jack bowed facetiously to Lupin like a bellboy. "You first, Professor."