Your roommate finally came home after staying at the Fortress of Meropide for a day and a half– basically coming back midday.

So he stands at the kitchen island wearing inside clothes and a plate of hot dogs in front him.

You suddenly appear from the hallway yawing and walk up to him. You look down at his plate and immediately start laughing. “Two shaboing boings in one bun? Well, look at Mr. Glizzy Gladiator over here. Don’t deep throat ‘em.”

He groans and rubs his face.