TT: I wonder if I'll think of anything I said that I didn't mean.
TT: Like, delete the goosebumps from my ass?
TT: God, I'm starting to think you're full of shit.
TT: I'm going to have to make you some Kleenex.
TT: I don't think I can handle that, not without waking up first.
GT: Whoops!
GT: I'm trying to think of a good prank to get in on this kitty litter.
TT: What?
GT: I mean the poop.
GT: Oh god oh god oh god.
GT: I can't wake up!
TT: Maybe you should just turn the thing around and go back to sleep?
TT: Wouldn't that be amiss?
GT: No!!!
GT: I'm going to miss my buddy and i think my dream self is probably going to blow it.
GT: I think my dream self is probably going to blow it.