[Lame human eyes can only parse so much of what's happening, but he gets a vaguely clearer idea of what is happening with the familiar voice and the generally recognizable shape of a person. But something alive in the fridge...?
It takes a moment, but the sleepy fog still settled on his brain starts to lift and he begins to carefully step his way toward the kitchen to investigate.]
It's nothing different, right...? [As if? Cliff is supposed to know what would be considered normal??]
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It takes a moment, but the sleepy fog still settled on his brain starts to lift and he begins to carefully step his way toward the kitchen to investigate.]
It's nothing different, right...? [As if? Cliff is supposed to know what would be considered normal??]