"Really? This is how we're going to start?"
"Whaaaaaat? I'm just tryin' to get a little sleep here..."
"Beacause the last eleven hours just wasn't enough?"
"No, but that was eleven hours on my chaise lounge; now I'm on my pillow... totally different situation!"
"Day, this is getting a little ridiculous..."
"How do you figure?"
"I don't 'figure', I know! Sleep is good, I get that... but, only to a point..."
"Mama, it's not really myyy fault if our sleeping points don't exactly match up. This body is capable of greatness... professional..... greatness. But... it requires vast amounts of rest in order to maintain."
"I love how you managed to throw in your professional-ness once again."
"Well look at me... it's not like I could hide it even if I tried!"
"Okay... well then, why don't we get up and get you into your snowsuit for a good, long walk so we can keep that 'professional greatness' on-track."
"Haha... I see what you did there, Mama... funny."
"Is that a yes?"
"More of a 'the-sign-on-my-bed-will-lead-you-to-your-answer'... I'm going back to sleep now."
"Greyhounds are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."
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