Bob opens one eye, luridly and obnoxiously green, not quite a human color even stuck in this strangely human body. "Tried that once in 1536. Slightly more fun than this? But only slightly. Sort of a lot of trouble? No, just a local... something. Might be sort of toxic. Think it was whatever left this. Probably." He holds up a hand with the peculiar welt on it. Giddy Bob is a hard person to talk to, but he's really amusing himself, anyway. Not knowing things is still fascinating.