I hope your day's as nice as my butt

Jupiter glanced over in the direction of the feminine voice but his attention was destined to go back to the trunk of goodies considering all that was at his paws. It was only once the flickering tongue registered that his attention snapped back to Venom. Well, now he'd seen everything. He went back to rummaging around in the chest. The shirt he'd first pulled out wasn't really his thing. No, if he was going to wear something it would probably end up being a lot like uncle Ashmedai's shirt. Something bright. Oh... A thought struck him then. Ashmedai was kind of drab compared to Jupiter so he needed a bright shirt to liven him up. But Jupiter was already very bright. Perhaps he needed a more muted shirt so as not to overwhelm the eye. Well, this changed everything. He felt like he needed to start over.

"Oh, this?" he said, holding the shirt up. He definitely wasn't keeping it; he'd just picked it up again to move it out of the way. "Trash." Jupiter threw it over his shoulder and kept on rummaging. As he dug, he said, "Don't mind me, just looking for some bitchin' new clothes." He paused to think, then added with a wave of his paw, "I've laid claim to nothing so you just help yourself there, serpent sister. There's plenty to go around."