[Yeah, the shittiest might have to go to that stint with the judges, but this isn't great by any means. Lup exhales a huff, equally frustrated, and with nowhere to redirect her irritation. She'll have to fix that ASAP.]

Complain about it until they fix it, I guess. Wonder if there's anyone around that'll take commissions? Or at least design submissions. We'd make one hell of a fashion line if we can find the right person for the job.

[Read: the right sucker.]