I see.... I apologize for my request. Perhaps... [There is more struggling coming from inside the dressing room and the sounds of rips are audible.

The struggles cease...]

I have one more request. I have managed to rip holes large enough for the wings to fit through the back.... however I am having difficulty getting them through. Can you assist me?

[The door opens slightly, only to reveal Spock with his black long sleeved undershirt on over his head. His arms are cover, but the shirt is pulled up at the front because the wings at the back are preventing it from going down. He looks as miserable as a Vulcan possibly can.]