"No, see, it's like... training. Just wait 'til I sober up," he assures Max, somehow earnest in spite of how wasted he is. It's debatable if Jeff actually has any plans of ever sobering up. "I'll be unstoppable... with my walking."

Pretty lofty goals for a man who can't really stand up right now. He does lift his head up, though, eyes widening a little with panic.

"That can happen? I thought... thought I was already, um... you know... Dead?"