He ventured into a shop that stocked nothing but denim. He took a deep breath as he entered, filling his lungs with the smells of Mr Levi and Mr Wrangler.
Would he find something which fitted him?
He hoped so, they had every cut of jeans in every size imaginable.
He looked through rack upon rack and pile upon pile of brand new jeans, but found nothing in a size which suited him.
"Can I help you?" beamed an assistant too happy for her own good.
"Yes. I'm looking for a pair of jeans."
The assistant looked at him in shock.
"But sir, you've got no legs."
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