The next morning, Bobby fluttered his eyes open very slowly. He stayed laying down for a brief moment, thinking. Or not thinking, as it were. Bobby attempted to remember something from the previous night, but his mind just wasn't working. It was slower than he remembered. Bobby slowly sat up, holding his head.
"Like, Something's.... wrong. Like, What happened?" Bobby slowly said to himself, trying to think of the words he wanted to say.
"Like, why am I, Like, saying, Like?" he said to himself again. He tried to concentrate on the problem at hand, but his mind continually wandered to other things, as he looked around the room and stared at the lights for a second.
"No. Must, like, stay... focused?" Bobby said, still holding his head.
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