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Being kicked off of the bed woke Foley, but only for a second. The first thirty minutes of being "awake" for him was just being in a daze: eyes occasionally open, but not awake and ears listening, but not paying attention. He shivered on the floor, too lazy to pull the blanket down. Yawning, he got into a more comfortable position before having water poured over him. Slightly conscious, he tried saying, "You dick, that's really cold" but what left his mouth was a jumbled sentence of incomplete and nonsensical words. Tired of being cold from being splashed with water, he painfully dragged himself to the bathroom, sliding on his stomach and using his hands to pull his body forward. In the bathroom, he managed to pull the string and get warm water to envelop him. For a few minutes, he fell asleep, but then in a moment of more consciousness than he had before, he finished showering and grabbed the towel from yesterday to cover his lower half. In just a towel, he jumped back into bed and pulled the covers over him entirely. Sticking his hand out of the blanket and pointing his index finger to where he last saw Malcom, he drowsily and somewhat angrily groaned, "Uggggggghhhhh. Gimme a few more minutes."