The Man with the Onion Head had a headache. He’d been awake all night trying to catch up on Game Of Thrones.
His eyes were crusting. His nose was scrunching. His ears were crisping. His hair was clotting.
This clammy heat really bugged him out and it only served to fuel the insistent “ThudThudThud” that was slapping his head junk about like a mistreated wife.
And he had somewhere to be, so slumber he could not. With great effort he pushed himself up from the cabbage patch, said “cheerio” to his cabbage-patch-lover and rambled his way down the hill toward the Town Stall and on to a particularly fateful engagement …
It’s impossible to be productive in a bean bag chair.