Tomilcar bellowed. "Never again will I trust YOU with any makeover of mine, woman!! Look at me! Cail gave Armageddon panty hose — I have to fight these stupid sagging garters ... not even a decent garter belt, mind you. You gave Apil a lovely new dress ... er, uh, robe. And Jonus! Look at him, sporting silver stars. Silver stars and purple eyeshadow. You put me in red. I look like my eyelids are chapped! Besides, it's RED. Romans wear RED!!!! I'm Carthaginian! We don't wear red anymore. Not since the Romans appropriated that as well as Sicily. Great Jumpin' Melcart, I need a drink."

He picked up his bowl of kash and downed it in one gulp. Turning back to Lotus, he gave the Egyptian woman a glare that would melt gold. "I will be taking up this shoddy craftsmanship with the management...and NO TIP!"