"So no," Bob says, as always affronted when his honest attempts to communicate don't work right. It's almost as if centuries spent being as cryptic and annoying as possible have harmed his communication skills in some way. "Drunk specifically implies alcohol is at least involved. I am definitely... a little messed up? Something bit me. Not a significant issue." He says that with more confidence than it deserves. He has no idea what this body's really up to.