Marshall looks up at Angie in a complete, inpenetrable daze. He smiles sheepishly, mumbles something incoherent, and touches her cheek with his right hand. He giggles for a moment.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"You're pretty, you know that? Pretty like a little kitten... he he he..."</span><br/>His hand slumps down and he leans his head back, still giggling and chuckling.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"I feel woozy. Woooooooozzzzzzzyyyyyyy... Funny word. Woozy. Can I have some water? I'm a little thirsty."</span><br/>He grins idiotically at Angie, clearly drugged out of his wits. Despite the horror of the situation and the brutality of his drugging, it's all rather hilarious.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">Water. Waaaaaater. Wa-terr. Also known as dihydrogen monoxide..."</span><br/>He continues a rant on the facts and physical properties of water, carefully detailing the molecular behaviour of water in its three states, supposedly while Angie is fetching water. As she returns, though, he's leaned up against a nearby tree, holding a palm over his forehead, groaning.