"Hey, let me introduce you to Nic. This here is....wait, where did he go? Dammit,  Nicky, move your arms or something! The bastard took off all his clothes again. He's probably giving me the finger right now! Nic, you put your clothes on right now like civilized folk and come meet my friend, or so help me, I'll...."

A spray of blood erupts from an empty spot in the room. You can faintly make out a shimmering pattern in the air, roughly the shape of a human male. The face is only vaguely visible due to the blood and the stubble of a 3-day beard.

"See, the good thing about Nic is you can always find him, just by wanting to punch him in the face hard enough. Don't even have to swing."

Next to the invisible man with the bloody nose is a bulldog that is absolutely covered in eyes. It looks up at you from a dozen eyes all across his body, with a huge grin on its face, it's eye-covered tail wagging.

"That there's his dog, Spot."