Oh, it's you.
Hrm. I must have fallen asleep. No, I didn't "pass out": if I had passed out, I'd still be wearing pants. Well, my pants anyway. Are these yours?
No, I'm not hungover. Not really. I killed a few brain cells last night is all. Apparently the ones needed for balance and coordination-- sorry about that, I'll get a towel. On second thought, maybe it's better if you get the towel, it's right over there. I'm not real good at this "standing up" thing right now.
Yeah, ramen noodles sound great, thanks. No, nothing in 'em, my stomach is being a little cautious this morning. And could you hand me the ibuprofen? Thanks.
And, um, any idea why the dog is covered in spray cheese?