“Crash Dive, how much have you slept lately?”
“Oh, what does sleep matter when you’ve won the war! So what if I missed a day or two, I still won the war in time for dinner on a monday!”
“…it’s, erm, it’s friday. You really should probably get some sleep.”
“Irrelevant! I’ve got the flag, I’ve won!”
“Oh, boy…”
And so the day of the rampaging rodent of unusual size comes to a close, with Crash Dive having secured her victory prize (for the time being) and in good, albeit heavily sleep-deprived spirits. I’m sure this won’t come to bite her in her butt again anytime soon.