"And fall asleep while monsters wander past me?" He grimaces at the thought. "It's hard enough without wearing a skin suit."

The suit itself is nowhere to be seen - it's one of the few things hung up in the closet right now. He hasn't shaken the mid-90s perception of video game equipment as too delicate and expensive to risk.

Never mind his sleep schedule, though. He dips a fry in a sauce more reminiscent of mustard than ketchup. "Of course, if you want to spend the night fighting them off with me..."