No, I don't mean when someone pours a bucket of chilled sweat on you, but like in the middle of the night, after you have feasted on artificial kale flavored popcorn and washed it down with single batch bourbon.
Ever happened to you?
What if I told you that it can happen to you? Would you then take
[I see that no one appears to be adequately concerned, so time to up the ante and get real]
OK this is serious stuff, and I'm telling you that it can happen to you. You're lying in your bed,
Tell me that you are not in a cold sweat right now.
I know you're thinking that this shit could only happen to Nicholas Cage, but better safe than Bristol.
Here's a tip: Use. Verbal. Judo.
Oh, that's it. You can go back to sleep now.