This is exactly the kind of stuff that happens when you bring your grandkid to work to listen to you speak about domestic violence. The only thing that kid heard when he agreed to go to congress with his pepaw was “We’ll get funnel cakes afterwards….” The Macaulay Culkin-like is trying to hold on to awakeness, but he’s fading faster than a sloth on marijuana soda. Faster than a kitten in a teacup. Faster than me watching C-Span after eating two bowls of Easy Mac mixed with SpaghettiOs (my own special recipe).
I sort of want to jump through the screen to shake that kid while screaming, “Don’t fight it! Sleep Sleep! Sleeeep!”, but that would fully wake him and that’s not nice. It’s obvious the dude really just wants to pass out.