Minako peered at the closet contents. "In the name of style, I'll punish you!"
"Funny," said Mamoru. His expression did not say "funny".
Mako patted his shoulder. "It's for your own good."
"You'll be King someday," Ami reasoned. "You shouldn't dress like a thrift store discount rack."
Mamoru shot Ami a wounded look. She flushed. Did not, he noted, apologize.
Rei emerged with an armload of identical olive blazers. "Why the hell do you need twenty of these?"
"You don't even need ONE," sneered Minako.
"They were on sale."
The Senshi sighed. This would be their most difficult mission yet.