Brooklyn here was once again indulging in his love of human briefs, as he often wears them under his loincloth. This night however he takes the loincloth off and enjoys being fully in briefs. He looses track of time though and sees the sun staring to rise. He scrambles for his lioncloth hoping to at least cover the briefs before it's too late, but the sun reaches him before he can get them on and he turs to stone for the day. Now all day the humans who go to the roof will wonder about the avant garde statue of a gargoyle wearing tighty whities on their roof.