[Drinking is not something Dave engages in with any frequency and so, when he does, it's like watching a baby deer try to walk. Struggles and so easily knocked down.

He's not going to finish this. He takes a swig.]

Weirdly, I feel like you could have told me about it and I just put it in my catalogue of facts about you that seem like they should make less sense than they do and forgot about it. Like the trident.

[He shrugs his shoulders.]

I guess that stuff is normal to me, to the point where you'd probably be less normal if you were more normal.

[He runs his hand over his face, muttering to himself:]

Stop saying normal.