Where are they, anyway? It's... [He'd check his watch, if 1) he had one, and 2) if he wouldn't have to pull his arms out of the amorphous blob of his clothing to do so. Instead, he tilts his head one way then the other, in the fashion of someone making a vague gesture with their hand.] Y'know, a couple of hours before everyone else should be showing up. I really doubt Mr. Stickler is still asleep.
[He pauses.]
Actually, pointless question, never mind. Also: gross.
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[He pauses.]
Actually, pointless question, never mind. Also: gross.