That damn nuclear fireball...

Citizens, it is my duty today to inform you that your Overlord's brain is not working properly. As such, I am having difficulty in providing your daily dose of Overlordiness. It's that damned nuclear fireball that you people call "The Sun." I've been seeing entirely too much of it lately. You see, my dear subjects, your Overlord is naturally a nocturnal creature. Always has been, and likely always will be. However, due to some rather nasty mishaps with temporal relastatics, lately I have found myself on a sleep schedule that you people might call "normal" or, more precisely, diurnal. Unfortunately, while my body may believe it has been appropriately recharged after wasting a perfectly good night with restless sleep and awaking in the ungodly morning hours, my brain knows better. My brain knows that it is outside of its designated functioning parameters, and has thus gone on strike. It has hidden itself away somewhere in Guatemala and refuses to return to work. I've assured it that I'm trying to restore it to its preferred nighttime schedule, but it insists it has a good union now, and won't return to work until I have restored its working conditions. It has also demanded a pay raise. In the spirit of maintaining my authority, I have refused to give in to its demands and have been attempting to replace it with an artificial brain fueled entirely by a mild chemical stimulant known to you as "caffeine." Unfortunately, since I do not have my brain to utilize in the devising of an artificial replacement, my efforts have thus far been unsuccessful. However, I have discovered some rather alarming things about fish.