I yawned and the voice of my inner demon whispered out, "Go to bed it's late."
"It's early," I grumbled, "Sun'll be up any hour now."
Somewhere in the back of my throat my inner demon grumbled, "How can exciting vices tempt you if you're too tired to pursue them."
I shrugged apathetically, opening my fridge and finding several salads.
"You also need to improve your diet," it added.
"So I can party harder?"
"Now you're getting it."