Momentarily lost in confusion, Bob casts a bemused look at his companion and then shakes his head. There's a limit to what he has the available brainspace to enquire about and this doesn't cut the mustard for further discussion right now. His head hurts.

Not that he'd prefer to talk about the afterlife either but at some point he needs to pick himself up by the bootstraps and either wake up or crack the fuck on.

"You on commission for this or something? Notice you do a lot of heeding."