I dunno about you, but this is by far the weirdest thing I've done this month...

[ UGH, okay. With one hand, he cups her mouth so that it opens while the other one slowly pours in her drink of choice. ]

I just hope you're not like a serial killer or anything. I mean, maybe there's a reason you were left like this, maybe I'm just opening myself up for a world of hurt. But, y'know, I still gotta do the right thing... right? I'd hate not to be able to move or blink, or even knowing if I ever will be able to. Now that's scary!