"Brother Pietro, ve need to find you a new costume. Az ze Americanks zay, spap."
"...Vat?"
"You know, spap. Like, pronto. Qvickly. Sluchagarp."
"Oh. Ok. I zink zat you 'ave zat vord vrong. Vell, vhy do I need a new costume?"
"Za one zat you are vearink now looks like somebody's old pajamas."
"Zister, you actually vore pajamas eento battle vonce, remember?"
"...Ya, brother Pietro. But zat vas only because ve had to fight een ze meetle of ze night."
"I know, zeester. But, it vas funny. You vere fightink een p.j. pants vith irate birds on zem! And a shirt vith...vith... hahahaha!"
"I know I know I know. Teletoobies. Not nice, brother. And you are changink ze sobject. I am goink to 'ave friend Tony buy you a new coztume. And I vill design eet."
"Vat gives you ze right to make my costume?"
"I am woman. I 'ave ze fashion zense of ze two of us."
"BWAHAHAHAHA! Fashion zenze? You? You, ze girl who zinks zat vomen should grow out zeir armpeet hair and vear zeir undervear outzide ze pants? BWAHhahahahaha-OOOOOOWWWWWCCCCCHHHHHHH!"
The Next Day:
"Pietro, your coztume ees here!"
"Oh great."
"Come and ZEEEEEE!"
"...okaaaaay."
"Go eento my bathroom and change. Zen come out."
Fifteen minutes later:
"Brother? Vat are you doink? You 'ave been in zere for a looonk time. Vat are you DOINK?"
"...I am pukink."
"Brother! Come out. NOW."
"Who died and put you een charge?"
"DO EEET!"
"Yeesh, ok. I am comink. But I vould zike to burn zees thing first."
"Ack, Pietro, you look zoooo goo-oh, hi Friend Clint!"
(*Blink*Blink*Blink*...)
"What the heck is Pietro WEARING?!"
"...'is costume..."
"Who designed it? I mean really. It looks...terrible. Pietro, I personally advise you assassinate whoever came up with this awful outfit."
"SSSOOOOOOOBBBBBBBB!"
StompStompStomp
"Uhhhh...zeester Wanda designed eet. But I agree vith you. Tis pukevorthy."
"...Oops."