"You should know better than to expect anything out of me before noon," replied Ango, stifling a yawn behind his hand. Time in the Dream Sphere worked in weird ways, which meant that it was always Too Damned Early For This Shit. The gloomy weather wasn't helping matters, either. Ango's sunglasses were speckled with raindrops, so he paused to wipe them while squinting at the valley below. Masses of thorny vines writhed restlessly. "So we're supposed to fight those things? I dunno, man, they look naaasty."