[There's a stirring under those blankets -- looks like he's trying to find a way out. His good hand emerges first, feeling around on the nightstand for the Gunslinger.]
Think I got tangled up somewhere in the night.
[Or at least that's what it sounds like he's saying, his voice muffled from the blanket.]
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Think I got tangled up somewhere in the night.
[Or at least that's what it sounds like he's saying, his voice muffled from the blanket.]