"Wonder if this is what Stephen King meant with his definition of terror; 'when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute.'"

Not that he was exactly 'terrified', but it was funny how that definition worked with Multiversal shenanigans.

"He'd have called me 'Twit' about 8 times by now, or had some speech about how 'I'm still me no matter what cosmic parasite is rammed up my butt' or something."

He chuckles, even amidst the sleepiness.

"Wow, you really are different from the Computer back home, huh."

Another stifled yawn, this time into the crook of the canid's arm, his scarred ears tilting slightly.

"I know the whole 'multiverse' thing, but it's still kinda weird to talk to someone I know without actually KNOWING them."

"Yes, but there's a big difference between a spirit possessing a body and being made to host a literal god, 'pute."

"...To put things bluntly, I'm the earthly vessel of some kind of super-deity. It possessed me for a few days and now I feel horribly drained but can't seem to get any sleep."

That sure makes a difference from the regular cowardly dog, huh.

"...I assume you're not my version of Computer, so I'll probably sound pretty crazy."

"...Keep sassin' me and you're going out the window again."

He stifles a yawn, stretching himself before cracking his back into place, scratching at his throat sleepily.

"Not in the mood for it right now, 'pute."

"...I'm up."

But he sure doesn't want to be, all but dragging himself about with a limply dangling arm and bloodshot eyes. He still hasn't got any sleep.

"COMPUTER?????"

"And here I thought I'd never see a familiar face!"