[He looks up from his feet, eyebrows raised. Well, isn't that an ominous question.]

Shit, no one's had to ask me that in, uh... a while.

[He thinks about that for a couple seconds, swaying very gently, considering his options and whether he really wants to know.]

You sure it's not a dream? Cause I never even heard of anywhere where they make guys like you. Maybe Russia.

Uh, fuck it, lay it on me. Guess I drunk enough to handle some bad news.