You bet your ass Hank's not conscious, it's way too early for that. And considering it's past noon, he's probably hungover too, obliviously snoring away. x.com/rk800prototype…

There's an inebriated grumble that's barely audible, his mouth falls slightly agape—but otherwise he's unresponsive. x.com/rk800prototype…

And he jolts upright, "Wha—? The hell?!" A disoriented stare roves to the side before focusing on the culprit, where upon he runs a hand down his own bleary face. "Jesus f%cking Christ, Connor! Can't you wake a man up without hitting him?!" x.com/rk800prototype…

They say a single cigarette cuts a day off your lifespan.. Stuffs ten cigarettes into his mouth at once and starts to light each one.

Finally, the day that really matters: when all the Halloween candy in stores is marked 40% off.

He's doing work on his computer and definitely NOT looking at a 'Cute Funny Dog Compilation' on YouTube. Did he just snort?

Is this supposed to make him like that prick? ..Because Hank's only mildly conflicted. x.com/superiorcadet/…

"..Jesus—. Look, someone calls you that, they're one of those weirdos I told you to watch out for, you got it?" x.com/chainedwill/st…

Oh, he does [not] get paid enough for this. He purses his lips. "Somethin' like that.. They're creeps Connor, stay five-feet away from them, just trust me." x.com/chainedwill/st…

They're already playing Christmas songs? Grimaces and turns up Ocean Man at full blast to drown it out.

Is that Connor on the roof again? Cue a double-take. “..You’ve gotta’ be f%cking kidding me—how the hell did you even get up there?!” He’s not sure if he’s more impressed or concerned. x.com/awooarf/status…

Glances at a corpse in the middle of a crime scene and mutters, "..God, I wish that were me."

"Then ya' add two shots of vodka," Heavy-handedly pours a bottle of vodka into the cooking bowl, watching its entire contents drain into it. He's making lunch.

This is the closest he’s been to agreeing with Kamski on anything. He’s never admitting that aloud. x.com/ofprognosis/st…

"I got this headache that just comes and goes.." He spots Gavin entering the room. "There it is again."

His gaze snags on a recent news article. . . . Flicks the cap off a bottle of whiskey and chugs.

The store was out of toilet paper but Hank’s thankfully secured the necessities—arms full of whiskey and beer. No one tell Connor.