[And now there was a golem. An actual honest towering golem. Made out of metal. The Thing approaches him and his heart quickens. What the hell is a "toh-ah"? He pitches back his drink, and studiously does his best to ignore it. So what if the drink tastes like a mix between oranges and raw cotton? He tries not to stare, but with each belt, with each swig, it becomes that much harder to hide: he's outright staring. It's pretty rude.]
Re:III -- Either drinking too much or not enough!