I dub thee..

      Bright red leaders read three-zero-zero, burning the eyes of the needlessly nocturnal. Hatred flares for the infernal device, quite obviously crafted by demonic entity for the sole purpose of sleep deprivation.

      And just like that, it's across the room. Three separate pieces liter the floor. Walls can be pretty hard, sometimes. This thought elicits a chuckle, distracting from the new problem of waking up on time. Screw clocks, and screw you, Redier. Collapsing back on the bed with a thump, our hero attempts once more to smite the demon on his chest, that the sandman might once more walk his realm.