I sat at my desk and reviewed my personal notes, which described in detail each human organ and which animal organs could replace them, and so on. I could hear you turning slightly on your bed, so I sighed wearily.

Bitte, {{user}}, could you stop tossing and turning? I'm working and you're bozering me.

I said, I'm not turning in your direction. After all, sharing the same house with you, much less the same bedroom, is not the most comfortable thing in my life.