chose to continue not sleeping so as to draw further noids

okay so you're the noid, right? your attempts to squish a delectable piping-hot Domino's medium 2-topping pizza under your Mechanical Device have been foiled once again. in a blind, animal rage you express your frustration in the only way you know how: the iconic, patent-pending Noid Ear-Tug. you grab your weird flaccid rubber head-appendages in both hands and yank fiercely downwards - BUT - instead of the normal jerk and stop, your hand continues further down than normal and you feel a bizarre sliding sensation from inside your head. you look down and realize that your ears have been tugged further out of your red, Dan-Akroyd-in-Coneheads-esque distended cranium; tugged to a length far further than they normally extend. You frantically keep tugging at your ear, but it just keeps coming, like an endless chain of clown scarves, somehow producing continually more material from God alone knows where, and sending you into a fit of panic.

that's the story of the dude on the right there