well,...
He still has the glimmer rope and (maybe) his sandals, perhaps he could tie some sort of a "Sumo Thong" / mountaineers cradle (forgot the name of the harness that they taught us to tie around our legs / waist for rapelling) out of the affair...
Or maybe he caught his first break and landed in a public bath, or mini-nudist society...
... Yeah,... right!
The way the poor lad's luck has been going he's probably landed in the middle of the local victorian ladies' well dressed Rac Tea Society out for a nightcap...
Anybody remember "The Mystery Men"?
"I can become invisible, but only when nobody else is looking,..."
(I believe there was one other catch to that talent...

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Always tell the truth, that way you don't have to remember anything. -- Mark twain