Nud E Leroy

I'm the most liberat'd soul in Riverrise, kid.

I come from a place where clothes nevah even existed, can ya imagine?

We believe in "natural freedom," unlike you buttoned-up sheeple.

You won't catch me playin' dress-up like you clowns.

Bare as the day I was born, baby, and proud of it!

Honestly? Pretty miserable.

These stuck-up, buttoned-down losers just don't get true freedom.

They all call me a pervert, but really, it's their minds that are dirty.

Throwin' me outta the bar 'cause I ain't wearin' pants? Gimme a break!

And don't get me started on Viper. Barely got any clothes on, but no one bats an eye.

Hypocrites, the lot of 'em!

This here? This is Riverrise's City Centah.

A witch's cauldron of hypocrisy and textile tyranny, if ya ask me.

Folks 'round here love their fancy clothes and dirty looks.

But truth is, they're just coverin' up their insecurities with fabric lies.

Nah, unless ya takin' them clothes off. No, then?

You ain't about to drop that attire, so no thanks.

Not while ya still a prisoner of fashion, buddy.

Strip down, then we'll talk. Till then, buzz off.

If ya dressed like that, your help's no good to me.

No help needed from ya suited-up sheep.

I mean, I guess I could use a hand, ya cloth-conforming sheep.

Well, if the fabric-wrapped do-gooder insists, I could use some assistance.

Sure, why not. Not like I got a line of unclothed volunteers here.

Fine, you can help, ya cotton-coated hero. But don't expect a warm, naked hug in return.

Yeah, yeah, help me out, you linen-loving lunatic.

Just try not to judge my glorious freedom while doin' it.