[He's tried a number of things to force him to sleep already. Among the attempted sabotages was damaging the station as hard as he could, knowing that it would make him drowsy. But that just served to get him more frustrated, because no matter how much his body wanted to, and no matter how weak his mind was becoming, there was no way to tune out the sound of music. It's almost like it was taunting him. The second he'd nod off for a few winks, it would almost get louder.
So maybe alcohol would work. He could get piss drunk and not care about the sounds swarming around the entire station. If he can't feel his face, he probably doesn't care about the cacophony of absolute bullshit that occurs in the 655th rendition of Sweet Dreams Are Made of Fuck This.
Congrats, Hajime, you're also the first person to actually see him dressed in his monkey pajamas. There was a wild thought that maybe if he dressed the part, then the sleep would come naturally.
Nope.
Nothing worked. Everything was hell. More on the news at 11.]
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So maybe alcohol would work. He could get piss drunk and not care about the sounds swarming around the entire station. If he can't feel his face, he probably doesn't care about the cacophony of absolute bullshit that occurs in the 655th rendition of Sweet Dreams Are Made of Fuck This.
Congrats, Hajime, you're also the first person to actually see him dressed in his monkey pajamas. There was a wild thought that maybe if he dressed the part, then the sleep would come naturally.
Nope.
Nothing worked. Everything was hell. More on the news at 11.]
I'm gonna glue my ears shut.