Black work boots. High-tops. Yessss.

any moment now somebody’s gonna pop out from behind a doorframe and yell PUNK’D at me and put me in a box

good thing we got Skip that zappy gun, then. <3

That is just a fucking delightful mental image.

bzzzt

lotsa bzzzt, yes.

you really should come see the tank sometime.

gimme like

a couple hours? to get some of this out of my system

and then i totally want to

yeah, no rush.

All right. Delivery menu. Please bring him...all of the things.

And in the meantime he will just sort this pornography by projected value so that he doesn’t get caught jerking off by an innocent robot dog.

All of the things is quite a few things; between that and the clothes and a few other necessities (their selection of toiletries is surprisingly nice) Skip needs to make two trips, depositing a large plastic tub of clothing and a smaller one with everything else, and then he takes the tray from Z's lunch and leaves him be.

It turns out it’s closer to three hours. For the first pass.

He manages to tear himself away for a break, though.

Starting with a shower. Showers are important even when you’ve had science done to your sweat glands.

The shower is pretty nice, if not particularly fancy. Skip is waiting with a glass of orange juice when he gets out.