he was now wearing a stained and torn wife-beater, and a pair of old worn grey sweatpants. On his feet were a pair of old converse sneakers, with a hole where the big toe should be on the right shoe.
"Oh, whoops, it seems I gave you the slob clothes option. Let me fix that right up for you." You say as you fire at him with the slob setting.
When the glow of the blast subsided, the man looked lost in thought. His hair started to fall out except on the sides, which had grown longer and was slick with grease. Oily skin now graced his face, pimples and pock marked skin resulting from it. His face got thicker, it seemed, the fat in it plumping up even more, giving him a very pronounced triple chin.
His armpit hair began to grow as well, thicker and matted, clearly visible thanks to his new wifebeater. His belly surged forward a bit, lifting up the shirt revealing his belly button, which he began to pick at with his index finger.
"Lint!" he giggled as he pulled out some glob of something from it and flicked it away.
He smiled, revealing he was now missing a few teeth, probably decayed from not bothering to brush or take care of him. It seems with the help of the ray gun, the clothes had made the man.
He smiles at you and says