When you're working out at the gym pushing through a really rough set and the only thing on your mind is "The Armor has to look good, don't stop"
You mention that spray paint has a somewhat pleasant smell and your friends become concerned that you're huffing it.
Slowly but surely, the pile of excess materials you've been using turns into a stack, and then a mound, and then a mountain.
You end up getting a tattoo of the armor you have not even completed yet.(or maybe that's just me)