Dirk opens his eyes, and looks around the room. He sees you and stares.
"You!" he gasps as his body collapses like a deflating balloon.
You watch as his deflated body shrinks to form a jockstrap. Your fingers are already sliding your shorts down to expose your nakedness. You step out of the shorts, and hold up your new jockstrap.
You say, "Gotcha, Dirk."
Then you put on your fresh new jockstrap, and pull back on your shorts. You're tired. You haven't slept in hours. You decide to lie back on the mattress for just a minute. Luke leaps up on the mattress and rests his head on your chest. You pet him, and start to doze off.