Ellen: What are you wearing to the party?
Hiro: Your guess is as good as mine.
Ellen: Let’s look through your closet and I’ll help you pick something out.
Hiro: Okay, but I have to warn you. I have a pretty limited wardrobe.
Ellen: Let’s see, these black pants are nice, but they’re frayed on the bottom. How about these jeans?
Hiro: You don’t think they’re too faded? There’s also a rip in the back.
Ellen: No, I guess those jeans won’t work. I like this shirt, though.
Hiro: Did you see the stain on the front? The zipper is also stuck, I think.
Ellen: How about shoes? Do you have any shoes that are presentable?
Hiro: Well, I always wear these, but they’re scuffed on the top and the sole is pretty worn.
Ellen: Okay, desperate times call for desperate measures. Come on!
Hiro: Where are we going?
Ellen: We’re going to a magical place with brand spanking new clothes and where everything is flawless.
Hiro: Where’s that?
Ellen: The mall!
