A World Fit for Lubbock!

[Lubbock]

"This... Is... AWESOME!" Lubbock shouted into the open air, the sun's rays bearing down upon the golden sand. This place was a dream for the green-haired pervert.
"You sicken me..." Syura insulted him. Lubbock coolly shrugged it off and began to remove his clothes, beginning with his green trench coat, then his shirt, jeans and shoes until he was just in his underwear underneath. Due to Cross Tail being formed from Lubbock's own Omnillium, he was able to connect it to his waist rather than his belt. Syura sounded somewhat exasperated while Lubbock flexed his fingers, "Oh, what are you up to now, Thread Head?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm going hunting!" Lubbock just sounded too proud of himself. He laid his clothes smoothly on a nearby rock, before running and jumping into the warm water.

A bunch of light seaweed floated to shore, connected to some large object. Well, in actual fact it was the body of Lubbock, who was exhausted after hauling in a small sack of some kind of tuna-esque fish and what looked like a squid. He held firmly onto his two knives he had summoned with Cross Tail. He made sure to scramble from the water in case the blood dripping from the blades and wires alike decided to get a mind of it's own and attract some rather unfriendly sharks.
He stumbled, feeling half-dead, to a large rock. He leaned back on it, the warmth heating him up and drying him. He went to grab his clothes, only to find they were gone. Red rose in his face like a volcano on the verge of blowing.
"Syura, I swear, if you say-"
"Learned your lesson?"
"I would kill you, but you are a damn figment of my imagination..."