"What do you think?" Mogey inquired, gesturing to his billowing silken shirt. "The ladies at La Maison de L'oie will like it, right?"
"Let me tell you something, my boy," Smush said, clapping his arm around Mogey's shoulder. "Polka dots went out with polka music. You might as well wear a wolverine pelt and stone shoes. A fancy place like La Maison de L'oie? They might not even let you in."
"What kind of pattern should I wear?" asked a horrified Mogey.
"I've got two words for you..." Smush replied.
"Jazz plaid?"
"Nah."
"Blazin' Hip Hop and R&B herringbone?" Mogey suggested.
"That's way more than two words, and obviously incorrect."
"What then?"
"Listen closely," Smush intoned, "because I'm about to clue you in to the style choice that will define the next decade of fashion: zig zags."
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