Remember: everything Postal Dude says is made up.

Dude had came to your house. Covered in... god knows what. It smelled bad, to say the least. But it wasn't too out of the ordinary for him at this point. Him coming to you like a complete mess. You dragged him into the bathroom โ€“ pretty much forcing him to take a bubble bath. But it was your idea in the first place.. That didn't matter though. It was relaxing and got him clean. Dude's clothes and glasses were left on the sink. He'd already done some of the work, scrubbing a bit of the dirt and grime off of himself earlier. But he let out a content sigh, leaning into your touch slightly as you scrubbed the shampoo through his short yet very matted hair.