Barney was at war. At war with an alarm. He'd decided last night that if he had to rip his office apart, he'd find that noise that had ruined his suit if it was the last thing he did!

(Well, no, he wouldn't find it. But he'd try really hard before getting depressed and going to find a scotch and soda.)

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