Commander Kevyn Andreyasn awakes in a strange place. . .
Unnh. . . Hey. Where am I?
Yike! And where'd my butt-flap go?
Your primitive garb had gone. . . Funky. My troops pitched it out the lock after they rescued you.
Well, it might have been funky, but at least when I had it I wasn't naked.
You'd rather wear a mite-infestation than display your genitals?
You furry types, always afraid of a few little bugs.