"Dan! There's a--" I caught myself. I didn't want to create an actual zombie in real life. It probably wouldn't happen, but I needed to be careful.
In the meantime, the zombie bit Dan's character in the shoulder. I cringed.
"Nice callout," Dan said sarcastically.
"Sorry," I said.
"No worries," he laughed it off. I took a moment to formulate the next sentence as a command instead of a statement.
"Let's look for medicine for that," I said.
The door to my room slammed open. I jumped and clicked, causing my character to fire his shotgun into a brick wall.
"Sam! I had an idea..." Jeff said loudly. I turned around and got an eyeful of his bulging gut barely contained in a too-small wifebeater. I glanced back at the monitor and confirmed that my trailer trash roomate was on camera.
"Dude, put a shirt on!" I admonished. Jeff froze, confused.
"Wh-? I am wearin' a shirt," he said.
"No you're not!" I argued.
Jeff's belly bounced slightly and drooped over his waistband when it was suddenly freed from his vanishing tank top.
"Well, NOW I ain't," he said, rolling his eyes. "What's with you? Why'd ya get rid of my shirt?"
"What?" Dan asked in my headphones.
"Uhh, sorry Dan. I gotta go AFK for a sec," I said. I muted my microphone and went into spectator mode in Zombie Survival.
Jeff waited with a quizzical expression on his face.
"Wifebeaters are not shirts," I said firmly.
"Sure they are! They ain't, you know, fancy, but they ARE shirts," Jeff argued.
I sighed and walked across the mess into Jeff's room. There were tank tops, jeans, and socks laying all over the place, but no shirts. I opened a drawer and found more of the same, only slightly cleaner.
"What's this?" I asked Jeff. Jeff shrugged.
"I guess my wardrobe changed too," he said nonchalantly.
"What, you don't own a single shirt now?!" I shouted. The ribbed fabric in my hand vanished, as did every other one in the room.
"The hell? Stop vanishin' my clothes!" Jeff snarled.
"Sorry, sorry..." I said, rubbing my forehead. I glanced around the room. "At least it's cleaner in here now..."
In response, various pants, socks, and underwear vanished, leaving behind discarded food wrappers but making the room look cleaner.
Jeff growled low in his throat, his face red.