The man seated in front of me on the bus reeked of alcohol and was distressingly floppy. Based on what I recall from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, he only needs a packet of peanuts to be ready for hyperspace jump. (Though he is a couple towels short of being an actual space-time hitchhiker. Shame, that.)
Tired now. Sleeeeeeeeeeeep.
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