Tucker called to warn me about Danny's sleep-deprivation. I wasn't sure what this meant, but it worried me. Danny phased through my wall as I was trying to figure out what Tucker was trying to say.
Danny: Hey, Sam. What's up?
"Have you slept at all since the night before last?"
Danny: Nope, too many attacks. But I got this great idea for a restaurant.
"What are you talking about?"
Danny: It's gonna serve Raccoon Raviolis, Opossum Pudding, Snake Stew, Turtle Turnovers…
"Danny, that's disgusting!"
Danny: Tucker said the same thing. I think I'm gonna go tell someone else my great idea.
"Like who?"
Danny: The dead snake I found on the road, wanna come?
"That's really disgusting!"