Dan woke up with murder in his eyes. Or possibly the effects of mild dehydration. As deep and clean as the well they'd dug here was, he had no intention of jeopardizing it by drinking water every day. The slightly bloodshot eyes focused on his gentle tormentor. "Not if I kill you first." He then grumbled incomprehensibly for a bit as he stood up and stretched before putting on his gameface, the unbreakable smile of Dapper Dan. "And I told you I don't like eggs." Still a bit groggy from the interrupted sleep, the anxious homeowner looked around the room scratching his head as the thoughts slowly formed. "Hmmm, now wha-oh, right!" He pointed to his uniform, folded neatly on an office chair. "I need that washed real quick and be careful with the medals." His voice suddenly takes an unusually dire tone. "If even one of them goes missing, you will be considered a thief and punished accordingly." With no more said, Dan donned his officer's cap and nothing else before heading downstairs for breakfast.