"Right. C'mere." Spider gestured for Bagoas to stand in front of a black box. "Maker, we're gonna need clothing and accessories for," he looked at Bagoas again and shook his head, "a space pirate, apparently. Use your imagination... and nothing lethal!"

Red light sprang from the box and proceeded to map Bagoas' entire body. After a moment, it winked out and there was a faint noise from an opening in the front. Spider reached around him to pull out a pair of what looked to be tight leather pants, high, swashbuckling boots, a poet's shirt - which he eyed with some suspicion, and a heavy leather belt and a ray gun.

Spider examined the gun for a long moment before declaring, "Water pistol." He gathered the entire lot and handed it to Bagoas. "Here you go, kid."