Skulduggery ignored the Thneed assumption. It was a fuzzy pink spiderwebby thing, if he remembered correctly. Dr. Seuss characters might have a thousand and one uses for it, but Skulduggery certainly didn't, and certainly not here. "Were Thneeds all you made?" he asked instead, with a pointed curiosity that explained exactly how he was ignoring the Thneed assumption. "What about those long green gloves you wore? You didn't buy those in a store."

Although, come to think of it, in a world created by Dr. Seuss, he might well have. Skulduggery wondered briefly if turning to the person who knitted those fuzzy pink Thneeds and made them such a success was really a wise move. It felt a little like scraping the bottom of the barrel; but it was either that or hope that one of his suits magically appeared in his closet. Or hope that Ghastly showed up at some point, but that was an option Skulduggery refused to consider. Ghastly didn't deserve to be here in any way, shape, or form. Not even to create luxurious suits in a place that clearly didn't understand how clothes worked.