Sleep is for the Weak

This is what happens when you don't get enough sleep because someone's teething:

Tash: "There's a mozzie in the room! Quick, get it!"

Fergal (nearly seizing his electrified tennis-racket-style mozzie destroyer by the wrong end and doing himself a serious injury: "Where?:"

Tash (pointing): "Over there!"

Fergal: "You can't say 'over there'."

Tash: "Why not?"

Fergal: "Because you have to get in character. You have to put on a british accent and say something like 'Tally Ho! Jerry at 5 o'clock high!'"

Tash: "Why???"

Fergal: "Because that's what you do. Do you think we'd have won the Battle of Britain by saying 'I think that ME109 you were worried about earlier might be just over there somewhere.'? Just picture it: some poor sod's cruising along in his spitfire, wondering whether someone's going to try and kill him, when a voice comes over his radio. 'Hi there Sebastian, I think there might be a heavily armed flying chunk of german steel floating about that wants to do you some damage.' 'Really Clarence? And where is he exactly?' 'Oh, you know. Just over there.'"

Tash: "Whatever. Hey look--there's one of those little black moths on the wall. Maybe we should kill that so we don't think it's another mozzie."

Fergal (casually and skilfully whipping the towel from round his waist and, in one deft and fluid movement, making a swift end to the short and bitter life of a Javanese sewer moth): "Done."

Tash: "Did you just kill a sewer moth with a clean towel? The clean towel? The only clean towel?"

Fergal: "Well, yeah. But I had to!"

Tash: "Why?"

Fergal: "For the pun!"

Tash: "What?"

Fergal (slowly collapsing to the floor as he's overcome by waves of fatigue-induced hysterical laughter): "Well, now instead of having a moth-eaten towel, we've got a towel-eaten moth!!!"

Tash: "Does anyone actually like you?"