In his apartment, watching a Japanese cartoon.

"Whoa," Josh said, dizzying. Collecting himself, he looked around. "I'm... still in my room."

He chuckled woodenly. Well, that was close. At first he thought he was going epileptic.

In front of him was the TV, and he decided to sit back on his couch to continue watching the cartoon, placing the phone to the side. He could hear the shower running in the background. Sara, his roommate, must have been taking a clean, morning bath.

As Josh continued watching, he felt like something was off. He couldn't really put his finger on what it was though.

It was a somewhat old Japanese anime, overdubbed in English for local audiences as usual. He watched it on and off, but he didn't really know what was going on, and the crazy plot went way over his head.

Then a certain scene got his attention.

"H-hey," said one of the main characters, a blush appearing over his face. He was the main hero, a brown spiky-haired fellow and lost son of a dead ancient alien warrior or something like that. Currently, he was traveling with a band of merry team-mates. The other prominent character was the first acquaintance he came across earlier in the show, a shapely girl with long dark hair, a mystical staff, and a bit of a tight ass, literally, who of course was also somewhat of a subject of his unrequited love.

"Oh," piped his pretty partner. What she was doing at the moment was not prodding him about whatever stumble he had this time, or fashionable mistake. Instead, she was tugging his pants forward and with one unabashed look was peeking inside, then looked to another character innocently. "By snake, do you mean kinda like this?" She pointed at the main hero's groin. Behind her, oblivious to the kind of intrusive young woman, a flaming red colored his cheeks.

"DON'T LOOK, PERVERT..!"

Flash!

What happened next made Josh's jaw drop. The armored girl's face was zoomed in before the camera, swirls in her eyes as a few exaggerated bumps dotted her head. Meanwhile, the brown-haired guy was wiping his hands in the background.

"Hmph." He looked away indignantly. "Women, they're all the same."

"Eheh, Miss B-B-Bonita, are you okay?" cried one of the scientists, poking his self into the background. He was a cute faced blonde man who had on a labcoat with only bandages underneath, showcasing his glistening chest. His body was drawn flatteringly, which was nothing that new -- half-naked burly men were the norm in every piece of action media ever. But as he ran to the woman's side, he took off his labcoat, and placed it like a towel against her head. As he tended to her, his chest muscles were animated with more attention than Josh would have expected from a show like this, the actual texture and feeling of volume of his pecs creating believable shadows across his body. Josh furrowed his brow. Did they really have to spend animation time on that in a moment like this? It felt kind of out of place.

And did he need to use his labcoat to do that for her? What?

Josh shook his head.

He had no idea what was going on in this show anymore, and now he wasn't even sure if it was the right one. He really hadn't remembered that Bonita girl being into penises or anything like that, so maybe it was just another similarly premised plot or something.

As he switched the channel, he heard the bathroom door open, meaning Sara was probably finished. Good, he thought. Maybe he could get a quick shower in after this, too. He was feeling a little grimy.