His frown deepened. Couldn't this guy wait until sun-up? Just a couple more hours?? He had important messages to wait for.

"F̹͗̾̚u̢ͭ͜c̯̈̏̊k̳̋ͫ̆̆͘͟.͇ͩ O̷̷ͅf̅ͫf̝̱͖͈ͯ.̙̍͒ Don't you have a business to pretend to run? A radio tower to haunt?" He was thankful for having hands back. He used one to pull the covers up and over his head.