Marf sighs.

It’s late. He’d love a full night of sleep… The whole ‘being alert, 24/7’ thing has thrown off his sleep cycle a bit.

He was scrolling around on the internet yesterday and keep seeing popup ads for ‘North Korean weighted blankets’? He tried to close it, but when he pressed down on the close button, the whole pop-up window jumped so he was clicking on the center.

Then, it auto-populated his address and sent him a ‘Sample Weighted Blanket’.

…Weird.

He’d unpacked the blanket… He crawled into bed and lifted the ‘Pyongyang Train to Dreamland’ as the box called it.

…

Wow. It was actually kinda comfy.

Marf leaned back and started trying to count sheep…

Not noticing that near his waist, there was a face in the blanket.

And whose face was it? What farcical facial features frighten and fiendishly foil fealty to fuddy-duddies?

Who else but that lil’ SCHEMER, The North Korean War Criminal?

”...It’s a living.”

As Marf tugs the blanket up to his chest sleepily, the blanket that NK is sewn into that fabric of… leans back onto the X-Treme Champion…

The XWF official, who is currently wearing a lampshade on his head to blend in, holds up…

One finger…

Two fingers…