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[dark_thespian]

[There's a thudding noise before the pcd comes on. Allen is flat on his face before the little screen and cursing about something. Turns out it was a chair. He pushes himself up blearily and looks at the device.]

I hope no one is sick on sugar. ...and knows when to get some sleep.

[He yawns (covers his mouth though, like a gentleman) and reaches out to shut the little device off.]

Rest well.