After our last meeting with the infamous Dye-ctor, we thought we had finally escaped the world of over-dyeing. But little did we know, our troubles were only just beginning.
It started with a knock on the door. Not just any knock, but a knock that sounded suspiciously like the sound of a dye-stained hammer coming from the other side of the door.
We hesitated for a moment, wondering if we should answer it. But our curiosity got the better of us, and we cautiously opened the door to reveal a figure in a black cloak, holding a large bottle of dye.
"You're in a bit of a pickle, aren't you?" the figure said, with a sly grin spreading across their face.
We exchanged nervous glances with our trusty sidekick, Bob. What could this mysterious figure want from us?
"I'm here to offer you a deal," the figure continued, "I have a special dye that will make your pants look like they were made by a team of expert artisans, but it comes with a steep price."
Read on to find out what we decided...