"Am I your type now?" Biff asked, turning away from the closet. He was now fully dressed in a fishnet shirt, a long black leather skirt, and black boots. A spiked collar was around his neck, as well.
"What do you mean by 'now'?" Zoe asked.
"Now that I have green hair," he said.
Zoe was confused. "You know that I gave you that?"
"Of course."
"And you're okay with it?" she asked. "I mean, you're okay with all of it? Being a Goth and everything?" Now way would someone like Biff Meadows actually like being a Goth.
He walked towards her and smiled. "Of course, I do. You can make me into anything you want."
"Really?"
He nodded.
"Then ..."
