[ it's been awhile since he got bapped in the face and hoisted off his pillow by an errant horn. there's some half-awake sputtering as Dave tries to roll away, falling half off the futon in the process but grabbing on to the offending horn to keep from falling all the way off. it's the closest thing to a handle there is, okay. he might not even be awake enough to realize it's his horn he's grabbing just yet. ]
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Dude, what the hell!