Saturday morning, niklas comes back to consciousness, in the grasps of a furious hangover. He decides to fall back into unconsciousness.
Two hours later, he takes another go at it. The room spins and his mouth has the vilest of tastes. He wishes that he had already brushed his teeth, taken a shower and would be enjoying a cup of coffee. That would definetly alleviate his poor condition. Wait - niklas backtracks on his wish! He realizes that the actual brushing of the teeth, and the shower, the act itself, is the most pleasurable part, and looks forward to doing both. This in mind, already feeling like a champion because of his neanderthal-like illumination, he rises and applies the toothpaste to his toothbrush. He goes for the faucet, turns it. TZZZ-PT-PT- ... silence. they CUT THE FUCKING WATER.