[ BJ's ass can't spell so he has an even harder time sussing out what this person is trying to say to him. Eventually he gets it. He pushes a hand through his gross hair and shoves at Dodger a little because he's sniffing his face because BJ chewed some gum like an hour ago. Dodger is always hungry.]

Ohhhhh-kay, now we're gettin' somewhere. I was asking if you had too much booze last night. But I think...maybe that is not what this is.

[ He tilts his head again. ]

You got a face, stranger?