For all those who enjoy a quickie!

You do deserve a bit of a rest - and as Torp has received a sleepy rude awakening, it is the duty of my good, (or indifferent) self, to make this short and as sweet as half-spoon sugar can be!

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Torp is living proof that life is better lived in beta-test mode.

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His official life motto is, "Wait, what were we talking about?" followed closely by, "Is it naptime yet?"

He can fall asleep faster than a government initiative and wake up with the same level of focus: zero. He sees a conversation as an excellent opportunity to test his eyelids' opacity, and if you manage to keep his attention for more than three sentences, you deserve a Nobel Prize in Monologue Delivery.

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He’s not lazy; he’s just dedicated to researching the dream dimension. The kind of guy who accidentally takes three naps a day and still can't remember if he's supposed to be feeding the cat or filing his nails.

If there were a gold medal for 'Starting a Task and Immediately forgetting Why?'

Torp would win, and then promptly use the medal as a very shiny pillow.

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And so?

"Waky, waky said the bear,"

who really, really was not there,

for in his haste to rise and awake,

found twas Grump, who did he shake!

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The resemblance is amazing? Twix Bear and Grump, though both appeared as quite a lump? Enough, enough of the poetry!

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And then to top off what is quite enough really, Tank, (the Under Boss), enters, and it really is a case of Management Overload. Two Bosses for the price of one. I mean?

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Torp is immediately tripped up by his own leotard, as he forsakes the demons of sleep, and promises insomnia or at the very least somnabulism.