He hisses, thinking about it. "Like 3rd degree? That's painful. Sorry, dude." That'd be a painful way go, burning to death drunk in the desert. He thinks that maybe getting shot and not remembering what it felt like was better. At least it was quick?

"Was it at least good? I mean, I'd be pretty upset if I died while drinking Pabst or something. At least I could have splurged on something fancy if it was gonna be my last. Like, what are those called again? Stella Artois?" His tail is starting to perk up again, but now it's dripping, water and ink droplets falling all around him as it flicks here and there.