Once Dib was done with his own dinner - a bit faster than Sollux - he set his plate aside on the side table and shrugged, looking at the clock. It had been Monday until about twenty minutes ago, and he looked over at Sollux. "Pretty sure it's your mandatory naked day, as of about twenty minutes ago."

"Dude, if he's getting naked, I'm going into standby. I really don't need to see freaky alien schlong again," Eddie protested.

"Fine," Dib said with a roll of his eyes. "I'll boot you back up when he goes home or when he gets clothes back on, whatever. Big fucking weenie. Seriously, you'd think by now, he'd be a little less of a prude. I mean, he practically lives on the internet."