Monday, August 8th

Benson awoke to the familiar Musk of Skips’ room. The yeti was still resting.

“Skips,” the gumball machine whispered.

The yeti replied with a grumble and a few sleep words.

“Skips!” Benson said again, this time loudly.

“Wha- huh? I’m up, I’m up,” Skips mumbled as he got to his feet.

“You didn’t think you could sleep in did you… Skips for Christ’s sake put some pants on!” Benson shouted, covering his eyes.

“Oh, woops,” Skips chuckled, looking down at himself proudly.

“Jeez I forgot what that looked like,” Benson complained, blushing and looking to his right as hard as he could.

“How could you forget?” Skips asked with a self-assured grin.

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SKIPS,” Benson shouted, accidently peeking at the yeti’s body again. It was as intimidating as it was impressive.

“Alright, alright,” Skips said, slipping on his only pair of pants. “I don’t get why you guys get to prance around naked and I don’t,” he added, fastening his worn leather belt.

“I…” Benson began, but then turned his thoughts inward. He could not think of a single reason as to why he, Mordecai and Rigby were all excused. In fact, he never even registered them and himself as “naked,” but with Skips, it was just different.

“So what’s the plan?” Skips asked, stretching out his abdomen and yawning happily.

Benson reached down next to the futon for his clipboard and held it in front of him.

Skips chuckled to himself.

“What?” Benson asked, sounding coy.

“You and your clipboard,” Skips replied, walking out the front door.

Benson trailed after with his finger up, waiting for a moment to rebut.

“Hey, I like this clipboard,” he stated as he stepped out into the warm sunlight.

“As if you need it, though,” Skips said. “With your memory?”

“It makes me feel like I’m still the boss,” Benson replied with a smile. “You know I don’t get any damn respect from any of you guys.”