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     Clank.
     “What the...”
     Clank.
     “Oh, come on.”
     Clank.
     “Dude, I don't have time to deal with this. I'm fuckin' tired, and all I wanna do I sleep.”
     ...Clank.
     “Goddamn it, Gordon, will you cut it out?!”
     “... Do I have to?”
     “Yes, you have to! I'm tryna sleep over here, and you bangin' around isn't helpin'. Go to sleep or something.”
     “...Fine.”
     Gordon laid down and shut up, for time time being. Terry closed his eyes and let the darkness try to take him for a few hours; he was dog-tired.
     Everything was quiet in the dark little room for some time. No one said anything, least of all Gordon or Terry. Gordon considered making more noise, but Terry'd get mad at him again. He didn't want that.
     What the hell. You have to break a few eggs to make an omelet, if that even applied to the situation.
     Clank.
     Terry's eyes snapped open.
     ...Clank.
     “God help me, Gordon. Is that you?”
     “Maybe.” Clank.
     “Gordon, I know it's you. I can see you doing that.”
     “... No you can't.” Clank.
     “Gordon. Gordon, I think you might have a bit of a problem.”
     “What's that?”
     “My fist in your shoulder.”
     Thump.
     “Ow! What'd ya do that for?”
     “Are you gonna stop makin' that racket, or do I hafta sock you again?”
     “But I want to, Terry.”
     “I don't care, Gordon. Shut up and go to sleep.”
     “...Buh... but... Ah, fine.” The thump of Gordon's head against his pillow was like music to Terry's ears.
     Sometimes, Terry just didn't understand what made Gordon tick. Sometimes he was a bright fellow, perfectly intelligent and mature. That's why he was here, wasn't it? Because he was a genius. Obviously. But sometimes, Gordon could be a real baby. For no apparent reason. Maybe it was how he got his kicks. Acting dumb. 'Everyone has their vices,' Terry supposed.
     And the night wore on.

     ...

     ...Clank.
     “Jesus Christ, Gordon.”
     “Terry, I don't think I can stop.” Clank.
     “Gordon, I swear to God. It's completely necessary that you cut that out. I can feel my brain turning into oatmeal over here.”
     “But Terry. Terry. Terry.”
     “...What, Gordon. What is it. For God's sake, tell me.”
     “I can't sleep. And I also can't stop doing this.” Clank.
     “I think I can help you, Gordon. I'm gonna ask you a question that's so complicated, it'll make you think so hard, you won't be able to make any more noise.”
     ... “Ok, ask me.”
     “Is the answer to this question yes?”
     Gordon was silent. For a change.
     “No. Wait. Yes. No? Yes, it is. Wait, no it's not. Damn, Terry. That's a good one. Let me think on it.”
     Gordon finally shut up. And Terry finally went to sleep.

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     Clank.
     “What the...”
     Clank.
     “Oh, come on.”
     Clank.
     “Dude, I don't have time to deal with this. I'm fuckin' tired, and all I wanna do I sleep.”
     ...Clank.
     “Goddamn it, Gordon, will you cut it out?!”
     “... Do I have to?”
     “Yes, you have to! I'm tryna sleep over here, and you bangin' around isn't helpin'. Go to sleep or something.”
     “...Fine.”
     Gordon laid down and shut up, for time time being. Terry closed his eyes and let the darkness try to take him for a few hours; he was dog-tired.
     Everything was quiet in the dark little room for some time. No one said anything, least of all Gordon or Terry. Gordon considered making more noise, but Terry'd get mad at him again. He didn't want that.
     What the hell. You have to break a few eggs to make an omelet, if that even applied to the situation.
     Clank.
     Terry's eyes snapped open.
     ...Clank.
     “God help me, Gordon. Is that you?”
     “Maybe.” Clank.
     “Gordon, I know it's you. I can see you doing that.”
     “... No you can't.” Clank.
     “Gordon. Gordon, I think you might have a bit of a problem.”
     “What's that?”
     “My fist in your shoulder.”
     Thump.
     “Ow! What'd ya do that for?”
     “Are you gonna stop makin' that racket, or do I hafta sock you again?”
     “But I want to, Terry.”
     “I don't care, Gordon. Shut up and go to sleep.”
     “...Buh... but... Ah, fine.” The thump of Gordon's head against his pillow was like music to Terry's ears.
     Sometimes, Terry just didn't understand what made Gordon tick. Sometimes he was a bright fellow, perfectly intelligent and mature. That's why he was here, wasn't it? Because he was a genius. Obviously. But sometimes, Gordon could be a real baby. For no apparent reason. Maybe it was how he got his kicks. Acting dumb. 'Everyone has their vices,' Terry supposed.
     And the night wore on.

     ...

     ...Clank.
     “Jesus Christ, Gordon.”
     “Terry, I don't think I can stop.” Clank.
     “Gordon, I swear to God. It's completely necessary that you cut that out. I can feel my brain turning into oatmeal over here.”
     “But Terry. Terry. Terry.”
     “...What, Gordon. What is it. For God's sake, tell me.”
     “I can't sleep. And I also can't stop doing this.” Clank.
     “I think I can help you, Gordon. I'm gonna ask you a question that's so complicated, it'll make you think so hard, you won't be able to make any more noise.”
     ... “Ok, ask me.”
     “Is the answer to this question yes?”
     Gordon was silent. For a change.
     “No. Wait. Yes. No? Yes, it is. Wait, no it's not. Damn, Terry. That's a good one. Let me think on it.”
     Gordon finally shut up. And Terry finally went to sleep.