Mission Control: Insomnia

Visual Cortex: Control, we're getting some loud complaints from the Eyes and they don't want to talk to us.
Control: Sigh. Ok, put them through.
VC: Go ahead Eyes, you're on with Control.
Eyes: What the hell is going on, it's 2:45am?
Control: Sorry, Eyes, he's experiencing some insomnia tonight and decided to get up.
Eyes: WTF?! We've been working since 6:30 yesterday morning and he stayed up late to watch National Treasure. We need a rest.
Control: I know, I know, but there's not much we can do about it right now. What did you think of the movie?
Eyes: Not bad. Plenty of action and adventure. Have to agree with his wife though, Nick Cage doesn't age well. Wait a minute! Don't try distracting us, dammit! Get him back to bed!
Control: There's not much we can do about it until he decides to go back up.
Eyes: He shmee, we're exhausted and he's back on the goddamned computer!
Control: Look Eyes, we understand where you're coming from but this effects everybody. REM has been postponed and it's not looking like we'll be able to fit it in even if he goes back to bed right now.
Eyes: Fine. Better make sure Memory remembers where he put his sunglasses. We're driving today.
Control: He seems to be getting bored now, why don't you try drying out a little? The irritation might be enough to send him back to bed.
Eyes: Not bad. Ok, here we go.

Few minutes later...

Control: There we go.
Eyes: Thanks Control, sorry for the attitude, but it's been a long day and he rented the first season's of Angel and Buffy yesterday so we know we're going to be busy.
Control: No problem, Eyes. It's what we're here for.