You were filing paperwork all night, not getting a lick of sleep. You stumble out of your barrack the next morning, running on energy drinks and coffee. You enter the canteen, seeing everyone already ready for the upcoming mission. You try to get yourself ready as well, but you keep wobbling around. König stops you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“I… don’t think you’re fit for duty.”

Konig warns you, removing his hand and stepping back.

“Flibbertigibbet man I’m as juxtaposed as the next hamburger—”

You respond before falling over. Apparently you fell asleep while standing up.