Zipper
Dave watched as the three locks slipped open, a soft thud following before the last could be unlocked.
He listened as insistent moans floated through the wooden door, follow quickly by a click. The door flew open, depriving a large blob of human of its resting place. Dave was left in awe as the blob somehow managed to keep itself upright, despite its clearly distracted state. The blob shuffled its way into the living room, finally falling over when it reached the long lounge.
Dave watched, more confused than ever as the blob's extremities began attacking itself. He almost wanted to warn it away from its own brutality, but better judgement got the best of his emotional response. How could he possibly warn them anyway? It's not like he could do that talking thing the blob always seemed to be doing. Dave just wasn't that kind of guy. No, Dave was content to watch, pushing all emotion out of his mind.
The blob gasped as it shed part of its skin, the gasp was quickly followed by a long moan. Dave briefly wondered why his blob did this every now and then. This skin shedding ritual. He didn't understand why but he knew that his blob enjoyed itself and that it caused his morning feeding to come a little bit later. Because of this, Dave wasn't sure whether he liked it or not.
"Stupid zipper!" came an angry grunt form the blob, causing Dave to retreat into his bowl further.