Shawn thinks about that for a moment, then raises his head again. "Gus. Look at my eyes. My tired, lazy eyes."

He pushes his voice up an octave. "Hear them say Gus, Gus, we're so tired. We need to rest. We just agreed with the brain and the elbows and the toes, that wriggling little bastards, that we're quite comfortable here. Do you want to make us cry? Don't make us cry, Gus."