Zack tapped the foot whose circulation wasn't being cut off by a shrieking, tantruming dragon and bit his lip anxiously as he watched Vexen meander across the beach. ... He had to've been the most miserable-looking guy he'd seen at a beach ever.

Part of him wanted to run over and try to somehow attempt to help the man along ... and the other part of him said he's probably get elbowed in the face for his trouble.

When he finally got back, he gave the pants a brief inspection before shrugging lightheartedly.

"These'll do fine, looks like. I just gotta use the scissors at the Pokemon Center and they'll be ready."