The scratchy giant has begun disappearing during the day. This concerns me, as I believe it a ruse. But to what end?

He and the useful one discuss him returning to “work,” suggestively within my earshot. But what work is he qualified for? I only scream for two reasons, and it takes him forever to figure it out. So, I find myself dismissing the idea of him in any role requiring mental acuity. What ever he’s doing, he clearly relies on the useful one’s reputation rather than his own guile. Frustratingly, my spies offer no word, but still I’ve made it known this information is top priority; he could be recruiting allies. However concerning, there is also opportunity.

Sun Tzu tells us in Chapter IV of The Art of War, Tactical Dispositions, that victory comes from our opponents’ mistakes. Deliberate separation of the two giants seems mine to pounce upon. As they begin to become accustomed to sleep deprivation, they begin to forget the weakness that comes along with it, and I work to increase it.

To secure ourselves against defeat lies in our own hands, but the opportunity of defeating the enemy is provided by the enemy himself.

Last night, playing along with their ruse of the scratchy one return to “work,” I released my most perfect milk bomb at 2:45am. The sad sleepy-eyed scramble was an event to write home about, while I then slept like a log.

Now the useful is alone during the day, and especially sleep deprived after my early-morning stunt. Next stop, Stockholm Syndrome. Let’s face it, I’m pretty damn cute. How long could it take? Once I win her over, I’m confident the scratchy one will fall quickly and whatever he’s up to during the day will matter little.

They doesn’t seem to to understand. I’m not locked in here with them. They’re locked in here with ME!

— Rorschach in Watchmen