He wipes his eyes: the ridiculousness of the situation is far from lost on him. "Apparently so, little brother. At this moment, that's what the door opens upon for me. I think... not."

Bill taps the bar. "Fish and chips, if you don't mind. If I can't go out there to get them, I can eat them here. With malt vinegar, please, Bar. That's a lovely girl."

At the moment, he looks supremely unconcerned by any of it. It's a bit on the insane side.