How they get onto these topics at the strangest of times, Tony will never know. Largely in part because he doesn’t find anything amiss about them. Zombie apocalypse before bedtime? No problem. The best locations for fowl to take shits while eating brown and white gooey smores? No problem! He doesn’t have a weak stomach and he isn’t squeamish.

Of course, he recognizes that neither rabid cannibalism nor shit are appropriate topics while attempting to sleep and eat. He isn’t bothered. Justin might be, though, and after realizing that, he’s quick to let the topic change.

“Not usually. I mean, not without reason. If I’m going to take a shower and I get distracted, yeah. Sometimes I’m down in the workshop for hours before I realize that I was about to get in the shower and I should probably put pants on if I’m going to stay there.” That doesn’t happen too often, though. Most of the time, he has the presence of mind now to work on machine parts in the buff.

“Or if I feel the overwhelming urge to jerk off.” That one happens more frequently, and usually is at least partially the fault of Tony’s screensaver, which has entirely too many pictures of Justin on it for his dick to remain flaccid for long. “That usually results in nudity. Why? Do you ever forgo clothes in the privacy of your own home?”