"Joshua William Dun!" Tyler exclaimed as he entered the room. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Strippin'," Josh said casually. "Turn on some music."

"Put your shirt on, buckle your belt, and sit back in your seat."

Josh stood there and crossed his arms, shaking his head. "Nuh-uh."

"Do you want me to go get the doctor?" Tyler threatened.

"Ima just strip for him too."

"You're not stripping, Joshua."

"Watch me," Josh said, taking his pants off.

"Joshua!"

"Stripped."

"Put your pants back on right now! People can see through that window!"

And with that, Josh pulled his last article of clothing off: his boxers.

"Joshua! You are completely naked! Put your clothes on now!"

"I'm a cutie naked," Josh said.

"Yeah, sure, Whatever," Tyler said. "Please, baby, just put your clothes back on. I really don't want a nurse walking in on you naked."

"Nurses love seein' me nakey."

"Yes, baby, because you have abs."

"And an ass," Josh added.

"Put your clothes on."

"AND AN ASS!" Josh exclaimed, wanting to acknowledge it.

"If I say you have an ass will you put your clothes back on?" Tyler reasoned.

"Joshie don't need to hear fact."

There was then a knock at the door.

"Oh, fuck," Tyler said, rushing to the door and holding it closed before opening it the tiniest bit to speak. "Oh, um... we're having a little bit of a... wardrobe malfunction. C-can you come ba-"

"WELCOME TO JOSHIE'S STRIP CLUB CAN I TAKE YOUE ORDER??" Josh suddenly yelled.

"Does he think he's a stripper?" The nurse giggled.

"Yes," Tyler sighed. "He's really quiet and modest at home. I promise. It's just when he's on anesthesia that he gets like this."

The nurse smiled and nodded. "Just come let me know when he's got clothes on so we can help him into his wheelchair."

"Thank you," Tyler said gratefully.

He closed the door and turned around to find Josh messing with the doctor's tools.

"Joshua! No sir!" He said, taking the tools from his hands and putting them back in the holders. "Now sit down. You aren't supposed to be standing at all."

"Ima sit down now," Josh said loopily, collapsing into the chair.

"Good job. Now I'm gonna Put your clothes back on you, okay?"

"Did Joshie get any tips??"

"For stripping?"

"Mhm."

"Yep. He got lots of tips."

Josh gasped loudly. "IM RICH."

"Put your clothes back on and you can strip when we get home, okay?"

"MORE TIPS???"

"Yes, baby. More tips. Please just put your clothes on."

Josh yawned, bloody gauze falling out of his mouth. "Ack."

"Ew, Joshua."

"IMA DO A STRIP FOR THE TIP."

"No. No no no. You are not stripping again. You can strip all you want at home, but not here. Your naked butt is already in the seat. They're gonna have to disinfect this whole place."

Josh mumbled something before playing with Tyler's hair as he slid the pants back on him.

Eventually, thirty minutes later, Josh was dressed.

They finally managed to get him home, and he immediately started to strip again.

But he fell asleep halfway into getting his pants off.