He waved one of his arms, trying to swat off the offender.
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He jolted awake and screamed: "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?"
The waitress said "Sorry. I was worried that you died or something and I wanted to make sure you were ok."
Ymir groaned at the concerned, sympathetic look in her eyes. Sighing, he decided he might as well order some food. "Roasted chicken. No bones. Extra barbecue sauce."
Once again, the waitress lost her sympathetic look. "Fine," she said curtly, before walking off without looking back, missing that Ymir had already fallen asleep again.