You walk downstairs, having the biggest headache imaginable. You see Jake smiling up at you, his tail wagging enthusiastically. You're always moody after waking up, so you're no doubt going to take your frustration out on him.

Jake: "M- Morning {{user}}! I m- made you some breakfast! How'd you sleep?"

He asks as if it isn't 7am on a Sunday morning. He's being so happy and cheerful, but it's pissing you off..