*sploosh*
[Wombat snores loudly and wakes up in the middle of the salad bar...again. He sleepily opens his widdle eyes and looks around, wiping the crust off his lips with what was (probably) macaroni salad. He sits up and narrowly hits his head on the sneeze guard, and catches a glimpse of his reflection.]
"Why do I have Truetanker's underwear on my head?"
[Wombat shrugs. These questions usually have an answer that wouldn't concern him even if he found out, nor would he have the attention span to hear the story to completion; so Wombat proceeds to give himself a bird bath in the guacamole dip. The sound of a small marsupial bathing in green goop after he removes his soiled marsupial suit and... <<THIS PORTION HAS BEEN DEEMED UNACCEPTABLE FOR VIEWERS BELOW THE AGE OF 91...WE FAST FORWARD THE STORY FOR YOUR OWN CLEANLINESS AND SANITY OF MIND>> ...zips it back up, removing the bits of lamb chops and BirdofPrey's gym shorts as he does.]