Everyone but Fred, that is.

You stretch your arms and yawn. "Sure. Just give me long enough to take a nap, and I'll think of something when I wake up," you suggest. Then, in preparation for your nap, you begin to lick your hands and wrists clean.

Fred charges you from behind, knocking you to the ground and ridding you of any drowsiness. "Work now. Sleep later," he advises. Feeling skittish, you agree and immediately begin to propose solutions.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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