Talk:Minotaur/@comment-4407082-20150219225337/@comment-25035274-20150219231132

"Nnnnope. I want to sleep."

I roll over, and try to go back to sleep. The minotaur, for some reason, takes this as an invitation.

"That's my kinda man," she says. "The kind that knows how to enjoy a sunny day."

So saying, she plops down beside me. The next thing I know, I'm being crushed in a sleepy bear-hug. I wheeze, and choke, and gasp for air, and push at the arm wrapped around me, all to no avail. She's snoring, and I'm completely unable to free myself, even with the conveniently placed crowbar that was lying beside me.