Well, hell. Looks like
I'm unconscious again.
 
Good Rupert, methinks
thine search for a muse be
at a level most dangerous.		 What is this, intervention?
Damn it, Bob. Let me enjoy
what little peace I have left.
 
Alas, thou art sleeping
somewhat peacefully!		 Thank God.
 
I fear thou will have many
attendees at yon upcoming
chuck-and-ralph festival! 		Yeah, well-- aside from that,
my arm feels a bit funky.
 
Holy-- (glort) yon shit! Yeah. I think it's broken.
You clowns did toss me six
times before you hit my bed.
 
(CHLORT!) Hey! None of that shit! I'll
be doing plenty of it when
I regain consciousness!