The fifty-three hours without sleep made it even harder to concentrate on Casey's inanities.
"...don't you know how late it is, and I had to interrupt the judges' poker -- AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Fin glared as Munch slurped. "Nice table manners, John."
"I abandoned manners sometime yesterday afternoon, along with my tie. Told you bad things would happen if I didn't get some rest." Munch wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "Let's hurry up, I want to grab a snack."
"You just ate!"
Munch looked over his glasses. "It was Casey. There wasn't exactly much gray matter there."
"You got a point."