Thousands of utter morons cock it up everyday... [That's muttered darkly, mostly to himself. It seems like this is an argument that isn't going to be won, though. And Molly's coming with him. John rubs a hand carefully over his face.]

Fine. When he wakes up properly, feed him something with protein in it, please. Fruit, as well.

Molls, you ready?

[He'll wait for her to confirm before heading out.]

How's the battery on your phone doing? Might want to take a picture of this place so we can find it again.