For the last 36 minutes, my poor Pinky and the Brain has been crying. He's distraught. Wondering why he lives in such horrible conditions. Is he really meant to sleep from 9PM to 6 or 7AM with no bottle? Really? Is that what God intended for him? NO. God wants him to be happy, yet now he's being tortured. Tortured. He's like a prisoner being held in Guantanamo.
Forty minutes and now there is silence for a minute. Life is still horribly unfair and cruel. But maybe just maybe he could live in a world where he doesn't wake up at 4:30 or 5 and get a bottle. We'll see.
Fifty-two minutes later, he's asleep. The torture is finally over.
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