This time, Five actually pauses and lowers his pen to look up at Tim. Really get some quality eye contact in there that may even stand a chance at conveying how absolutely done with him Five is right now.

"Y'know, it's pretty amazing - I can actually feel myself getting dumber listening to you talk." But he's getting sidetracked, losing focus, headache still pulsing angrily right behind his eyes. He sighs in frustration and rubs his hands over his face.

Also, he did have a weird dream recently. But it didn't look anything like this lush little jungle.

"At least tell me there's somewhere to get a decent cup of coffee around here."