[For being a Big Guy, Martin still acts like a mouse when spooked and looks like he's about to jump out of his skin. Instantly he whirls around, hands behind his back like he's been caught in the cookie jar, a nervous laugh barely escaping through his teeth.]

What? Me? No, oh-- oh gosh, no, I wouldn't-- I'd probably look terrible, I mean, I'm not a fashion person, I-I mean, look at me.

[He halfway gestures to himself, but mostly to his belly.]