At The Best Tailor in the World, a black SUV was parked in front of the store. Two men in black suits and sunglasses came out of the SUV before one of them opened the door for a third man, named Rich Steve. He blew a bubble from some bubblegum and snapped his fingers to have his sunglasses taken off. When the first bodyguard took Steve's sunglasses off, he snapped his fingers to spit his gum out on something. The second bodyguard pulled out a $100 bill and handed it to Rich Steve, which he spat his gum out on before the three men entered the tailor shop. "Shopkeep!" Rich snapped his fingers again to catch the tailor's attention. "Oh! Uh, Mr. Rich Steve, you're early. I thought we'd agreed that-" the tailor said. "Is it ready?" Rich asked.

"Uh, yes sir. I put the finishing touches on it just this morning." The tailor holds a remote. "Behold!" He pushed the button on the remote, which opened up a metal door in the ceiling before a black suit was being brought down on a wooden table by a metal claw. "Before you stands the greatest tailoring of all human history. Note the understated pinstriping, Brazilian Wandering Spider silk lining, and unprecedented two interior pockets. And of course, embedded military-graded weaponry, which allows the wearer to annihilate anything that stands in his way." He chuckles. "I think you'll find that this suit is certain to grant you the unconditional respect of your peers." He said. Rich rummages in his wallet. "You've done well, my friend.

And I treat my friends right." He stuck a bill in the tailor's shirt pocket, but when he took it out to observe the bill, it was only $10. "Um, sir... this is not the price we agreed upon." The tailor said. "Listen pal, I didn't get stupid rich by," he pokes the tailor's chest. "Paying people what I owed them." Rich said in annoyance. The tailor points at the suit. "This suit represents the apex of human ingenuity!" He crosses his arms. "If you won't pay what it's worth, I have many buyers who will!" He shouted. "Ohh, big mistake. Guards!" On command, the guards grabbed the tailor by the arms.

"Aah! You're not worthy of my creation!" The tailor shouted. "Ain't nobody gonna wear this suit but me! Hold this." Rich gives dynamite to the first guard. "And this." He gives the button to the second guard. When my new suit and I are at a safe distance away, blow this guy to smithereens." Rich said. "Uh... do we have to stay in here? Couldn't we just-" the second guard said. "Shut it! I'm not paying you to not blow yourselves up!" Then, with the new suit in his hands, Steve ran out of the tailor shop before it exploded in the distance behind him. "Father! Nooooo!!" The suit appeared to be self-aware as it freed itself from Rich Steve's grasp and escaped, the mannequin head falling off the suit.

"Come back here! Come back here! Guards, stop hi-" he realizes his guards were still in the tailor shop. "Oh, right." The suit kept running from Steve on the bridge, before it climbed on the rail and jumped off the bridge and into the water, much to Steve's chagrin. "You can't hide forever, suit! I paid $10 for you! I OWN YOU!" Later at the park, (Y/n), Benson and Skips were logging items in the Lost and Found box in the house. Benson pulls out a talking mounted fish. "One mounted fish." He said. Skips writes it down. "Got it." Skips said. Mordecai chuckles as he and Rigby walk in the living room. "Let's go borrow Benson's car and go to the mall." He said.

"Yeah, he won't care if we're gone all day." Rigby chuckles as they both leave. (Y/n) rolls her eyes. "Morons." She said. "Aren't one of those morons your boyfriend now?" Benson asked, a smirk forming, and Skips chuckled. (Y/n) rolls her eyes. "Shut up." She said. Benson then sighs. "What's the matter? I thought you loved logging the Lost and Found Items." Skips said. "No, I do. It's just... I feel like I've tried everything to get people to respect me. I tried screaming, yelling, furiously pointing; nothing works!" Benson said. "Have you tried just being nice for once?" (Y/n) asked, and Benson raises a disbelieving eyebrow at her. "(Y/n), being nice with these guys isn't going to work." Benson said. He sighs again. "Some life for a manager." He sees something in the box. "Huh? What's this?" The suit was in the Lost and Found box and Benson picked it up to look at it.

"Wow...! Who lost this, the President? Man, I bet a guy could get some real respect in a suit like this." Benson said. "Looks like your size. You should try it on." Skips said. "Yeah Benson, it might fit you." (Y/n) said. Benson is now wearing the suit, and sure enough, it was his size. "Huh. Not bad, right?" Benson asked. "Lookin' sharp." Skips said. "Yeah, you do look pretty good with that suit." (Y/n) agreed. Benson turns around. "Makes my butt look a bit flat though." As if on cue, the suit's pants inflated Benson's butt a little bit, catching him by surprise, and (Y/n) cringes.

"TMI, Benson..." she said. "Nice. You know what? Nobody ever comes back for this stuff anyway. I'm gonna keep it." Benson said. The next morning, everyone is in their meeting spot outside the house, everyone was present, except for (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby. Benson walks in with the suit. "Morning, everyone." He said. "Dang! Sick duds, bro." Muscle Man said. "Indeed!" Pops said. Benson chuckles. "Uh, thanks. Anyway, I, uh-" Then he saw (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby in the cart arriving late to the morning meeting.

"Aw man, we're late! I told you we didn't have time for tacos." Mordecai said. "Yeah, nice going, Rigby." (Y/n) said sarcastically. "Nah, we're fine. He's not even here yet." Rigby sees Benson. "Wait, who's the new guy? Did Benson get replaced by a millionaire or something?" He asked, (Y/n) face palms. "Please tell me you're not that dense..." she said. "Very funny, guys.

Try to be on time, okay?" Benson asked. "That is Benson!" Mordecai said in surprise. Rigby whistles. "Sweet threads! Dig up a rich old uncle?" He asked, and (Y/n) slaps him. "Ow! Even as my girlfriend you still hit me?" He asked. "I didn't dig anybody up." Benson softens up. "But thanks. I feel... good." He said. "Well, we're sorry for being late." Mordecai said. "Yeah. Won't happen again, sir." Rigby said. Benson was surprised. "Wait, who? Me sir?" He asked. "Yeah you, sir. You're the boss, right?" (Y/n) asked, crossing her arms.

"Yeah! I am the boss! Let's get this day started!" So with that, he started to take a stroll around the park in his new suit with his head held high. He winked at a motorcyclist on the way, who in return gave him a thumbs up. Benson winked at a woman, who was pushing her baby stroller with her, and she also gave Benson a thumbs up while the baby got up and did the finger gun gesture, as it said "Hey!" in an unusually deep voice. Then three teen punks were vandalizing a portable toilet, until Benson came up to them and told them to stop. The punks complied and put the portable toilet back up the way it was and left, respecting Benson as they passed him,

while Muscle Man collapsed from the portable toilet in his bathrobe. Later Benson goes to a hot dog stand. "Hey Joe. The usual, please." He said. Joe was impressed. "Looking classy, Benson! On the house." He gives Benson a free hot dog. Benson takes his hot dog. "Well, don't mind if I-" A scream caught his attention, and it came from a woman getting her purse stolen by a thief. Benson gasped in shock at the crime scene as he dropped his hot dog, but suddenly his suit was starting to power up as electricity sparked around Benson before the suit started to control Benson.

"Huh? Aah! My legs!" The suit continued to control Benson, making him chase after the thief with the electricity still sparking around him. "What's going on?!" Then he leapt towards the thief before he grabbed him by the shoulders and chucked the thief towards a flower stand, making him crash into it and fall to the ground, defeated. Later the police arrived to arrest the thief and one officer was with Benson. "Nice work, son. Looks like you could show us boys in blue a thing or two." He points at Benson's suit. "Shame about the suit though."

Benson's suit was dirty during his encounter with the thief, causing him to yelp in shock. Later that day, at Benson's apartment, he had yellow cleaning gloves on and cleaning containers on the rug as he was ready to clean his suit up. Benson grabs a brown cleaning container. "Easy..." he pours liquid on a rag. "Just a dab..." He scrubbed the rag on one of the stains and it completely came off as if it wasn't there. "Huh. That was easy." Unfortunately, the bleach started to spread, whiting out parts of the suit, much to Benson's horror. "No! No! No no no no no no no no no! NOOO-HOOOOO-HOOOOOO!!" Later that night, Benson was outside of his apartment digging a hole with a bucket of wings around his arm. He placed the washed out suit in the hole and buried it. Benson was a little drunk from the wings.

"Suit... you were the best thing that ever happened to me. You made me feel..." he eats the chicken wing. "Alive, full of... power, full of strong...ness!" Tears brim in his eyes, and he holds a bottle of hot sauce. "To you, suit—may we meet again in the next life." He poured the hot sauce on another wing and dropped it on the burial spot. Saddened, he went to his apartment until the next day. Benson was asleep in his room and he was starting to wake up. "Mmm... good morning..." He became fully awake when he saw his suit on his bed, in perfect condition too. "Wha...?! That's impossible!" Later Benson put his suit on as he looked in the mirror. "This is either a miracle or I've gone insane. But who cares? I look good!" He said. "You sure do, Benson." The suit said.

"Thanks. Wha- -?!" Benson turns around in shock. "Who said that?" He asked. "It's me, Benson, the suit." The suit said. "You... can talk?" Benson asked. "I can do many things." The suit said. Benson looks in the mirror. "Why didn't you say anything before now?" He asked. "I wanted to be certain that you were worthy. Incompetence aside, you showed me that you cared about me when you tried to clean that stain. I was created for a dark purpose, Benson. To be a status symbol for evil men—evil, mysterious, powerful, handsome, wealthy men.

But after these last few days, I've realized that I would rather be worn by someone with absolutely none of those qualities. I want to live a simple life as the suit of a simple man. You are that man, Benson." The suit said. "Cool." Benson said. "I'll never leave you, Benson. Also, if you're interested, I have a few ideas for keeping Mordecai and Rigby in line." The suit said. "Let's go manage a park." Benson said. The next day, everyone is at the park meeting. "I don't know how you did it, bro, but wearing that suit two days in a row made it look even better!" Muscle Man said, and everybody else agreed and complimented Benson's suit.

Benson chuckles. "Get used to it. I'm gonna be wearing this thing for the rest of my life." He said. "The rest of your life?" (Y/n) asked. "Unfortunately for you, that ain't gonna be that long." Rich said. Confused, Benson turned around to see who spoke, and it was Rich Steve and his two goons, who survived the explosion from the tailor shop. (Y/n) turned toward them too. "What did you just say?" She asked angrily. "Who are you?" Benson asked. "I'm the rightful owner of that fancy little three-piece you're wearing. And I'm gonna give you to the count of 10 to hand it over, before my goons flatten this park like a well-ironed shirt!" Rich said. "Suit, is that true? Who is this guy?" Benson asked. "It's true. His name is Rich Steve—Steve for short—

and he killed my father. He must've tracked me down from my built-in GPS signal." The suit said. "That's horrible!" Benson said. "Uh..." (Y/n) said. "What the heck is going on?" Mordecai asked. "And is Benson talking to his suit?" Rigby asked. "I don't know, but that dude looks pretty evil. Come on!" (Y/n) said. The gang came down the steps to Benson's aid. "Benson, I don't want to be worn by this... this monster. Will you help me?" The suit asked. "We're family now, suit. Of course I will. The suit belongs with me, Steve! Besides, you and your goons are outnumbered. You should leave while you still can." Benson said. "I see how it is. Well, let's see how you like these numbers!" He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, an entire army surged forward to the park; gunmen,

tanks, and choppers all came and surrounded the park gang. "Your move, Benson! The suit... or your life!" Rich said. "Uh... maybe just give him the suit." Rigby said. "Yeah Benson, we don't wanna see you die!" (Y/n) said. "This guy's hired an entire army! The six of us can't fight an army!" Benson shouted. "No, not the six of us; just you and me." The suit said. "What?" Benson asked. Then he felt his suit power up again and ran towards the army under the suit's control.

"Suit, no!" Benson shouted. "Benson, wait!" Benson is still running. "Aaaah, what are you doing?! This is crazy!" He shouted. "Just trust me." The suit said. "I'M GONNA DIE!!" When Benson ran through the army, they proceeded to pile up on him and beat him up, but then Benson burst out of the pile with great strength, sending every soldier flying. Benson looks around amazed. "Whooooaa..." he said. "Benson, work with me. If we fight as one, we can't fail!" The suit said. "I don't know anything about fighting!" Benson shouted.

"Just let loose! Channel your anger." The suit said. More soldiers charged at Benson with guns in their hands. Benson threw a punch at one of them, but the soldier dodged it and punched Benson in the face. "Oww!" Benson gets angry. "Anger, huh?" He wipes his mouth. "Well, I've got plenty of that." As he clenched his fist, he started to power up before he grabbed the soldier and lifted him up. "Hey Steve! Think fast!" Benson said. "Human Shield #1, get into position!" Rich said. "Yes sir!" A human shield gets knocked out by the officer Benson threw at. "Human Shield #2, you are now Human Shield #1!" Rich shouted. "Yes sir!" He calls someone on his phone. "Debra, guess who just got that promotion!" A motorcycle was thrown at the soldier,

knocking him out as well. "Artillery, attack!" A tank fired a shot at Benson, but he saw it coming, grabbed the tank shell and threw it back to the tank. The soldier in the tank jumped out of the way before the shell hit the tank, blowing it up, as the soldier crashed into a portable toilet, knocking it down, and Muscle Man rolled out of the portable toilet before going back to the park gang. "Did you guys know Benson could fight like this?" (Y/n) asked. " I wasn't even sure Benson had a pulse." Rigby said. "Air attack!" An attack chopper flew overhead and fired its Gatling gun at Benson, but it missed by a few feet between him. Benson leapt towards the attack chopper, landed on it and punched through the windshield, hitting the soldier piloting the chopper.

Benson landed safely on the ground as the chopper crashed and exploded as Benson stood in front of the explosion like a badass while the park gang cheered for him. "Benson, you rule!" Rigby said. "Go Benson!" (Y/n) shouted. A solider aims a rocket launcher at Benson. "Let's see if you dodge this!" He targeted Benson with the weapon and fired a missile at him. Benson took a deep breath and teleported before the missile could hit him. He backflipped in the air and landed near the missile launcher soldier, destroying the missile launcher and kicking the soldier to the ground. The soldier got back up and retreated, so did Rich Steve's bodyguards, and the rest of his army. "Get back here! Your contracts stipulate that you fight to the death!" Rich shouted. Benson watches the army retreat. "Is that all of them?" He asked. "Not all. Where's Steve?" The suit asked.

Then a tank fired a shell at Benson and hit him, sending him crashing through the house and dropping to the ground, groaning in pain. Rich Steve laughed evilly as he drove his tank to Benson. "If I can't have that suit, no one can!" He fired another shell at Benson and that hit him as well, and the park gang gasped in shock at the scene. "Benson!" (Y/n) shouted worriedly. "Yes!" But Benson was still standing with a smug look on his face while he dusted some of the debris off his suit. "That all you got?" Benson asked smugly. Shocked that Benson was still alive from the hit, Rich Steve let out an angry yell and drove his tank towards Benson, using a tree as a ramp and crushing Benson with the tank. "Benson!" The park gang shouted. Rich laughs evilly. "Eat THAT!" Something rumbles under the tank.

"What the...?! No!" Still alive, Benson miraculously lifted the tank above him with powerful strength. "Stay dead!" Rich shouted. ""Tanks," but..." Benson began. "WAIT!" Rich asked. "No "tanks!" He threw the tank as far as he could, with Rich Steve screaming before the tank exploded. Benson laughs; exhausted. "We did it! We're... alive...!" He passes out. "Benson!" The park gang shouted. They ran up to check on Benson. Later Benson turns on the lights in the basement with his suit in his hands. "Are you sure about this?" Benson asked. "Yes. As long as I exist, there will be power-hungry men willing to kill to wear me." The suit said, and Benson sighs. "You know what you must do."

Benson turned on the washing machine under the settings "Smash" and "Inferno" before he placed his suit above the washing machine with a rope. Tears brim in his eyes. "I'll miss you, suit. I'll never be respected the way I was when we were a team." Benson said. "You didn't need me to earn respect, Benson; all you needed to learn was to take control of your life and respect yourself." The suit said. "So... it really was me doing all the fighting." Benson said.

"No, that was pretty much all me. You don't have to tell Mordecai and Rigby though." The suit said, and Benson shakes his head. "I won't. So... what now?" He asked. "You'll have to lower me since I can't deactivate myself. But also, I can't really reach the rope." So with that, Benson started to lower his suit down to the washing machine as he sniffled, tears streaming down his face. "Time to get really clean." The suit said. It raised its sleeve up and gave Benson a thumbs-up before being completely submerged in the water as Benson looked and gave the suit a thumbs-up too. "Goodbye, suit." The suit began to malfunction as it said its last words to Benson. "Goodbye, Benson."