Stingray softly sleeps
My probing will not wake him.
Sweet dreams, little one.
I poke, poke his face.
And yet he still ignores me.
Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke.
MW: Look at that! Look at that! Look how bad I'm beatin' you!
MS: You know, I... I slept wrong on my wrist two weeks ago, and it's no fair that you're making me play with my hand!
MW: Have you no shame? Get your bad ass up and fight me!
MS: Meatwad, for real, can we just... just time out for a minute, please?
MW: Now you're dead! And I'm gonna desecrate your corpse!