Bhamba's capable of srs bsnss melancholy? What is this, mirrorside?!

Then again, it sucks to die, presumably even if you are some kind of evil body-snatching crocodile-distributing mad-scientist.

Then again again, Alex still doesn't have his glasses on, and melancholy loses its effect when it's blurred out like a less strict Sims censor bar.

This guy has honed avoiding unpleasant subjects into a fine art. The comment about drugs just makes his mouth and lips narrow.

"Can you see my glasses?"

(His glasses are on the floor just inside the room where Bhamba found his coffee. Alas, they've been soundly trodden on.)