"'s all well and good to experience-- nat'rully, or intenten-intentionally, or whatever, yeah, but I don't need things in my brain that I didn't invite there." He shakes the woofalump a bit. "Bloody thing, no one asked you for this. At least when I'm drunk I've done it on purpose and I can undo it whenever I please." Control issues? Him? Perish the thought.