To sleep, perchance to sleep; Aye, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of sleep, what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off last month’s old skin
Must give us snooze.
Sleep, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Sleep not, poor sleep, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And sleep shall be no more; sleep, thou shalt snore.
–John ‘Sleep all night, sleep all day’ Donne
Definitely more than snakes. Rampaging takes a lot of energy, as well as crawling to the rescue.
Considering that snakes like warm places to sleep, does the pile on the vege-goats indicate that they are somehow exothermic? Mad science explains all, but this is the sort of clue that Ginny can leap on for a plan (or approximation thereof).
Well,…It’s good that they’re *asleep* asleep instead of the other sort of asleep! ^_^
To sleep, perchance to sleep; Aye, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of sleep, what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off last month’s old skin
Must give us snooze.
Sleep, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Sleep not, poor sleep, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And sleep shall be no more; sleep, thou shalt snore.
–John ‘Sleep all night, sleep all day’ Donne
Sleep, sleep, sleep
How we love to sleep
At the close of day
When the joys of the day fade away
And the mem’ries sweet
Of the days repeat
In our dreams they creep
While we sleep, sleep, sleep
—Little Willie John
“And I am far more terrible than you, my sister.” –M.
Dave
Awwww
D’awwwwww! They look like Sweetheart!
Is that “click” Gentleman!Mustachio’s way of saying “Initializing euphemisation”?
Hitty wasn’t swinging her hammer when she said asleep, so they’re not “Asleep”…
one “wham!” for literal, two for air quotes
Talk about a wham line
Rescuing killbots tires a young.un out.
They managed to defeat the Devils by cuting them into submission!.
HITTY NOT HAVE FINGERS
“Hammer Quotes” needs to be a thing.
She can really “drive” the point home, piledrive to be accurate
When all you have is a hammer…
Everything looks like a robo battle dome
…wait
But what happened to Alfie?
He’s asleep”
So long as he wasn’t delicious.
He’s probably the one closest to Hitty
Clicking, for Mustachio, is “finger quotes”
Memo to Dr. Lee: make fingers for Hitty, first chance.
zoom in – I think there are far more than snakes in that pile.
Sleeping with the Devil https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMrXFMZsONw
Definitely more than snakes. Rampaging takes a lot of energy, as well as crawling to the rescue.
Considering that snakes like warm places to sleep, does the pile on the vege-goats indicate that they are somehow exothermic? Mad science explains all, but this is the sort of clue that Ginny can leap on for a plan (or approximation thereof).
For the pedants (and I include myself in that description), I meant endothermic.
Ah yes, sleeping with the fishes. [Pans to an out of frame aquarium]