sometimes the cloth is told of riches but then again things are never in the cloth as the same ....
“I made my shirt from the woven hair of my enemies!”
But sir, they’d have to have been alive for quite some time for that much hair.
“Just don’t go into my basement.”
Yes sir.
Ugh, now that was a bizarre exchange in my head.
Even worse, the guy with the enemy hair shirt is wearing a monocle in the mind’s eye.