I have been saving this one until the latest Werewolf game was over.
I was the Hunter in Werewolf IIX, and spent far too much time well into the early hours pondering over who to Hunt each Night and making copious notes (sad, I know, but the result of a
very competitive nature).
After one such session, I retired to bed to enjoy only a few hours sleep. When Mrs Saucepan woke me up the next morning, I was still half asleep and apparently muttered something like:
No, I need to work out who to kill.
Which might have been rather alarming for her had I not previously told her about the game.