"Cutie! Cutie! Cutie! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"
It wasn't a soft and gentle knock. It wasn't a silent persuasion to wake up. It wasn't a nice call using his pet name for Darren. No, it all wasn't.
Timothee Dumb William is pounding at his door like a bloody kid throwing one of the biggest temper tantrum of all. Tim was screaming like a lost child in the super market. Tim was speaking like a five year old boy who had attained the most active energy.
And Darren is not alright to ignore it. He was sleeping! He was having his beauty rest! He was resting! And Tim had to wake him up with his overly excited childlike personality.
He was so ready to go off again. He groaned and tried to get back to sleep. It was still to early!
"Cutie! Wake up! We have to go around the town! Come on! Come on!" he continued to knock enthusiastically and Darren had no choice but to sit up and mentally slapped his face.
