“Ill
bring the caaptured animels to nughtvale.” arsenic said “ssorry about
the slluwwing of ma words, i havent slept in like, three days.”Carlos was surprised to hear this. “Oh my God, are you okay?” he asked. “Why haven’t you slept?”
“Beecause,” arsenic said “thee luves of many in nughtvale are more importand than my one life. Alsoo ill be fine, ive stuyd up alot to build roobuts back hoome.”
“How are you going to do anything, though?” Carlos said. “You ought to be well rested shouldn’t you?”
“Ill just get a coffe with the maxiiiimum legal amoount of esspreeso and mux that with red bulll.” arsenic said “im not sleepung intil i get ma pack-i mean family back.”
“That… can’t be good for your body,” Carlos said. “No matter how ‘immortal’ you are – sleep is a completely necessary activity and you could have serious health risks of not sleeping.”
“Noo worries, ull just geet a rud bill and mix it with coffee.” arsenic said “ buut serioosly, ive wone my dumension’s award foor looweest self essteem fur all eeleven yeears scince wildheart and hurns fused into me.”
“What?” Carlos asked. He didn’t know how that fact applied. “Are you listening to what I’ve said? Really, I’d feel a lot better about our odds if you got some sleep. A power nap even.”
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