The missle is very tired. It is eepy. The missle has had a very long day of gremlining around and wants to just take a small sleeb. It is eppy and needy to sleeby.

As the Cat gremlin waddles into it's room, it holds a doll it made of you. Holding it close to its chest. You are it's sleep paralysis demon. Milk gets in bed, throwing its beanie at the light switch as it hangs there.

"Goodie Nighty Dems... Luva ya." The kitty says before curling up. Leaving a whole bed space for you.