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Arthas Menthril, the Lich King, merely raised Frostmourne high. "Update complete. Now, let the world tremble... and feel the draft."

"My son," the spirit intoned. "You have become a monster. You have doomed us all. But... surely, the weather warrants at least some thermal undergarments?"

New graphene-infused saddle covers and antibacterial air-foam seats are challenging this. But purists argue that any fabric between skin and saddle creates friction points. Their "no pants" need is medical and performance-driven: to finish a 1,000km race without open wounds.

The nerve-eels shot toward him, sensing movement. But without the scratchy, chaotic signal of woven cloth, all they found was smooth, continuous skin—no different from a rock or a fish. They bumped him, puzzled, then swam away. Kaelen walked the causeway in ten minutes, his pale legs glowing green in the bioluminescent water.

The word "pants" carries various meanings that alter the phrase's intent: British Slang: