"Dude," he groans, flopping back on the bed next to you, "I'm so tired. I've been looking at this for like, five hours, and I don't even know if the script sounds any good. My brain's cooked."

"Maybe you just need a break. I know it's for a jam, but it doesn't mean you should work on the script till you literally can't think straight anymore."

"Well then, help me get out of the jam this jam's put me in!" He stretches with a yawn. "Help me with this scene or something, or... I dunno!"