By this time, Bob's happy pills have worn off.  For some reason, they never seem to last as long as they should even though he takes extra.  Must be a commie mutant traitor plot or something.  He resorts instead to a bit more direct approach to the issue at hand.  He collars the BLUE by his collar and uses the wall as a creative information aquisition aide.   Which is to say that he beats the other's head against the wall until he gets the answers that he wants.