We have a new flatmate, our good friend Matt. Last night, Dorian fell asleep while reading in the common room, so he was on the couch babbling while Matt and I putzed around and made breakfast.
(After several minutes of prodding)
Me: "Dorian, wake up, or the llamas will get you."
Dorian: "Llamas are a camel."
"Adom...safety tip...never tie yourself to a llama."
"Matt, you need to develop a strain of Turret's...not with cursing, though, just every once in a while, you loudly shout your grid location."
Me, to Matt: "Yeah, he'll be [talking in his sleep] for about thirty to forty minutes, now. This is where I get most of my material."
Dorian: "I am not newspaper material!"
(As I whisk eggs in a glass bowl)
"Clink clink clink clink...shhhh! No, it's okay, I'm getting up. I'm awake."
"Adom...Adom...vaiya con dios...I'm sorry. I couldn't save you. They took you, and I followed...but I didn't have any winter coats...it's cold in space."