[Hey, all he needs is an hour! Maximum! Who needs a whole night's sleep anyway? Not him. Not Newton Geiszler. Just give him some caffeine later, and he'll be right back at it... yeah... totally right back to business. Against all common sense advice.
Groggily, he grumbles:]
Are you trying to sing me to sleep?
[If he's mildly annoyed, it's because his eyelids are closed, because they're too heavy to keep open right now.]
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Groggily, he grumbles:]
Are you trying to sing me to sleep?
[If he's mildly annoyed, it's because his eyelids are closed, because they're too heavy to keep open right now.]