Night four of my plans for world domination through the torture of sleep deprivation. I must say I do think my plan is going precisely how I had imagined it. The dictator is allowing all night access to the boob, the butt tingle cream, and her hair. We have also achieved the walk-rock-bounce state. It goes nicely with the tingling butt. The dictator has declined to such a state that in moments of frustration she speaks in my native dialog. We must make note of this in case she is coming close to decoding our secret transmissions.
I fear the dictator may be coming back soon to check on me. Keep me abreast of all of your local acts of resistance.
Vive la révolution bébé!