And so Colm is standing stark naked, confused as to what do now. His body, littered with scars, is now exposed.
The worst part is that people can see his bum like this.
"I...think I'll go home now..."
And he walks away, head held low all the while.

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And so Colm is standing stark naked, confused as to what do now. His body, littered with scars, is now exposed.
The worst part is that people can see his bum like this.
"I...think I'll go home now..."
And he walks away, head held low all the while.
(¬‿¬) [You think you can get away with being clothed? YOU ARE WRONG!]
Colm's eyes widened, despair spreading across his face.
Of ALL the people to send the finishing blow, it had to be this son of a vile bitch.
No, that would be an insult to all the female canines of the world. NOTHING could create an entity quite like this man. But alas...
'NO THIS IS NOT FAIR THIS IS NOT...'
He ground his teeth, clenching at his locket so tightly that it wouldn't be a surprise if it broke right there. But alas...
"I'm...I'm a man of my word," he hissed, "I said I'd...I'd go through with this, and I will."
And, with a calming breath, he shut his eyes tightly and...
The underpants were off.
And so Colm was in his birthday suit. And despising it.
And with a low, weak, sheepish voice, he asked:
"M-m-may I p-p-put my cl-clothes back o-o-on, p-p-please?"
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"Whu-whu-what!? M-ma'am, I do b-b-believe we..."
By instinct, he crossed his arms, eyes wide with anxiety.
Slowly, he ripped one hand away from its firm perch, and he removed his locket, clenching at it tightly.
"...why...?"
(¬‿¬) "You must win the game, Colm. I believe in you."
"W-WAIT I...is this even part of the rules!? I..."
But it was better that he was here again. And so, with a face as red as a Charmader's butt, Colm removed his shirt.
"N...uh...could you...watch my pokemon...................andstaynearplease."
Right now, N could probably see the burn scars on his shoulders, as well as stitches and other things. And Colm was highly uncomfortable now.
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"!?"
A small twitch. He was really beginning to feel exposed now.
If only he could take off the belt in three parts as it looked to be. But no. Slowly, he began to unbuckle the pokeballs from his belt, taking care to to fidget too much in his anxiety. The last thing he needed to do was worry his pokemon.
And so, one by one, they were placed on the side, along with his other clothes. And with a slow, pensive motion, he removed the belt, carefully as to not break it. It was placed with the rest of his clothing.
Now, as he untucked his shirt, he looked as though he was wearing his regular clothing in a different colour...minus the shoes.
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"Um..."
And the other one is gone. It actually felt a little strange removing them like this.
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"I..."
And one of those belts on his arms is gone.
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"...I don't like the look on your face, anon."
And off came the vest.
"I still have clothes on."
But soon, one of his more despised acquaintances won't be so lucky.
And he'll be able to laugh. Good.