The back story: yesterday, I cleaned with bleach most of the afternoon, and by the evening, I had most of the symptoms of the flu. Anyways, my sleep talking was in peak form afterwards.
As recorded by Lauryl:
"Morning, here I go.
I will give them showers and I will give them pizzas.
That will be my job.
I can't remember the word for it."
[Lauryl points out the problems of having a shower and pizza simultaneously.]
"Yeah, it happened to Craig last year. It sounded pretty darn epic."