"I can put on a shirt if you want me to," is the answer that he may not hear, because...

He steps through and feels a jolt, like missing a step on the stairs. He finds himself in a dark pit, an archway of light far away up above. His appetite is overwhelmingly strong in here. It's not painful—he's not starving. But it's hard to think about anything else. It feels like he could never be satisfied.

Floating in the air, low enough that even a half-foot should be able to reach up and pluck it, in the center of the pit is a twenty-sided gem, bright and gleaming. It looks so tasty.