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My brain recognised the noises coming out of his bloated face as words spoken in English; unfortunately for him, my brain had switched off its cognitive functions many seconds previously.

He continued to babble, undaunted by my corpse-like expression, until I yawned.

"Am I boring you?" He queried.

I answered in the only way that seemed appropriate at the time:

"I need more coffee."

And promptly shuffled off with a defeated look about me.