Brown stained singlets and no pants; These are the only two constants of Reptoid McReptoidson's Universe. "Listen son, you can't fly by the seat of your pants if you're not wearing any." Those around McReptoidson describe him as 'uncomfortable' and 'wierd'
Reptoid describes them as boring, with their actual clothes, and lack of mental instability. Need something done? Don't call McReptoidson, because he don't care fo' nunnathat. He only deals in matters of pants-and-death and can most often be found in his signature ship- "The Fart Funnel", funneling the farts of his bros into Large amounts of ISK, to fund his continued campaign against The Tyrany of pants' stranglehold on society.