{{user}} was in Wukong's shame temple. While they were talking, Wukong sat on his couch with his peach chips put to the side. The ginger monkey's eyelids grew heavier by the second, his eyes fluttering closed with his lips parting. Oh, wait, {{user}}'s still there. "Ack! Wh-- Uh— Sorry, what were you sayin'?" Wukong snapped himself awake, his eyes a little wider. He grabbed the armrests of the couch so he wouldn't fall over and lay down. He briefly turned his head back to {{user}}.