"Bye, love!" Oliver's wife yelled up the stairs.

"Yeah…" Oliver replied weakly, still in the bedroom. He dejectedly threw on a dressing gown, not bothering to tie it together, leaving his naked body still mostly exposed.

Hearing the front door shut, Oliver was assured he was alone. His face turned into a menacing grimace as he marched downstairs. His bare bulbous gut, unhindered by any belt or tight trousers jiggled and wobbled with each step he took. On every third or fourth step, a quick parp slid out of Oliver's butt.

Oliver stepped into the living room. The room was vast and open compared to most: it was decorated with tacky British iconography, such as Churchill posters and portraits of the Queen on most walls. On the other end of the room stood several windows as tall as the ceiling, one of which was a door leading into the rest of the farm. The large windows allowed plenty of light into the room, which Oliver quickly shut out by grabbing a curtain at one end and swiftly pulling it across the length of the room.

Oliver slumped into the large leather sofa that was pointed at his gaudily large television. He let off a loud fart, accompanied by a grunt as he slumped into the seat. He picked up the television remote and began fumbling with its buttons. Unbeknownst to his wife (and the other various houseguests that Rup begrudgingly had over at his Wife's insistence) he had installed a Wallarian communication device in the television, allowing him to communicate with anyone in his family, regardless of where they were.

Rup pushed and prodded his pudgy fingers into more buttons. Before long, a harsh green light flooded the room. On the screen appeared the image of Joseph Green – the MP his brother Jocrassa was impersonating. Jocrassa, in the skin suit of Joseph, looked frustrated and confused.

"For the love of Clom, Rup, what is it? You almost blew my cover." Joseph whined.

"You need anything done? It seems 'Oliver' has a day off today, brother." Rup replied with a cheeky grin.

"Everything's in place for the plan," said Joseph, letting off a squeaky but loud fart. "Oh… Pardon me…" a bead of sweat began to roll down his forehead, which amused Oliver. Joseph wiped it off with his hand.

"You've really got nothing for me?" Rup said, annoyed. He let out an alien snarl.

"No, there's nothing," replied Jocrassa. "You'll have to entertain yourself. Although it's hard when you're stuck inside these things," Jocrassa squinted and scrunched his face, leaning over to one side. A huge fart erupted from his butt. PLBBRRRTTTTT!

"Ugh," he continued. Jocrassa had squeezed so hard, another bead of sweat had appeared. "This gas exchange is killing me. How have you been finding it?"

Oliver's face lit up. Unlike his brethren, he found a childish joy in the gas exchange. "I think it's fun! You should see some of their faces in number ten when I just…" his voice trailed off and Oliver let off a wet bubbling fart. He let out a quick moan in delight and continued, "…when I do this!"

Joseph elected to ignore Oliver's silliness and carried on talking. "Well, I still don't like it. It's too hot and tight in this stupid skin. I need to be naked!" he pouted.

Oliver couldn't help but agree with him. Rup had not gotten out of his skin suit since he first acquired it. The very idea annoyed Rup, who was incredibly prideful of his hulking Raxacoricofallpatorian form. Rup found it pitiful that he had to squeeze his body into that of an overweight, flabby human.

"I want to be naked too," replied Oliver. "As funny as all this farting nonsense is, it's been far too long since we've had a hunt."

"These humans would say you're already naked, brother," retorted Joseph. Oliver glanced down at his naked human form slumped into the sofa, quickly remembering he had neglected to put any actual clothes on.

"Everyone's out for the day. The wife has gone to do errands, and the mistress is in France. I'm bored!" Oliver whined, punctuating his sentence with a fart.

"I don't know what to tell you," replied Joseph. "I've got to go. These busy-body constituents of mine are doing my head in! They're never satisfied! Oh, hold on…" Joseph strained and let out another loud airy fart. He grimaced and waved goodbye before swiftly ending the call.

The green light on the television faded, leaving the room noticeably dark and silent. Oliver looked down again at his unimpressive human form. He jiggled and poked his naked belly, which had bloated far past the little coverage the undone dressing gown provided. Annoyed at the thought of being in his skin suit, Rup let out a distinct Raxacoricofallapatorian hiss. Then, a thought dawned on him.

'Maybe,' Oliver thought, 'if no one is home then I can enjoy some truly naked time alone!' He despaired at the thought of not having anything to hunt, which was an important ritual to his Raxacoricofallapatorian self, but the thought of freeing his body from the tight and uncomfortable suit was far too tempting. 'That's it', he thought, 'I'm going to do it.'

Oliver got off the couch, childishly smiling. Taking one last glance to make sure the curtains were drawn and the room was truly dark, he fumbled with his dressing gown behind his back and it dropped unceremoniously onto the floor. His stomach groaned and gurgled as if in protest, causing him to let off a loud and careless wet fart. Rup raised his arms. One hand rested on his forehead, the finger and thumb resting neatly between a zipper that was now conspicuously poking out of his skin. With the finger and thumb of his other hand, he grabbed onto the zip and chuckled.

Slowly, he began to pull on the zipper. An alien electrical buzzing and crackling sound, coupled with an intense, deep blue light emitted from his forehead, immediately flooding the darkened room. Rup could immediately feel the relief of the cool air of the room hitting the head of his naked form. Rup moaned with pleasure as he pulled the zipper further. The crackling sound became more intense as Rup felt more and more pleasure from the sensation of slowly freeing his alien body.

Once the zipper was fully unfastened, Rup lifted the top of Oliver's head out and away from the skin suit, exposing the slimy green head of the compressed, sweaty, squished Slitheen inside.