'Slurred words.'
Jack purses his lips, pressing them to his almost-empty glass.
“Great beard. Uhh–” He squeezes one eye shut, trying to think. “I like him. he doesn’t ask questions, and he gets the job done.“
“Also his– robot bits are fuckin’ cool.” He covers his face. “Not like– god, that– that sounded wrong--, you all know what I meant!! Shutthehellup.“