[His pants are on. This scene continues to be safe for children, as long as everything that comes out of Davesprite's mouth is censored.

He's sitting sullenly on the floor, well away from a gross orange puddle of vomit, with a vulpine critter tugging on one wing.]

Hey, man, he said he was my long lost grandpa, banished by paradoxical origins he wanted me to know. Fuck! [He swats the fox away; it has decided to rate his arm for tenderness.] Goddammit, you asshole, that hurt.