Dawn Somewhere

You can have the large chunks.

I take them and try to fit them back together in the dark.

Exactly.

And that justified it.

Of course, I've talked to governors about it, state congressmen.

They always nod their heads and agree with everything.

Yeah, I got a light with a battery, but I plan to make limited use of it.

But when push comes to shove, they always complain, oh, we can't find the budget.

We're also going to want to be careful in the evenings, in case the light shines out of the cracks in the container.

Okay, then dress up in my Mr. Green outfit.

Might as well be a signal flare.

While I'm waiting, organize Phil's apartment and straighten everything up.

For that reason, I'm going to take the night shift and try to rest in the day.

Alphabetize the spices in his cupboard.

I'm going to unroll my sleeping bag and get comfortable.

Do stuff that makes it seem like Mr. Green is meticulous to the point of obsession.

Okay, no, give the machine a second.

Are you going to sleep now?

Yeah.

The machine shows a turtle with a scimitar, again wearing a pirate hat this time, forcing a man to walk the plank.