"No way." Putting anything in his stomach would just be giving that traitorous bastard something to puke back up again, and he isn't falling for it. "I'm never drinking anything ever again. My stomach's on strike."

As are the rest of his senses. He might not be seeing things but he's definitely no longer sober. Gojyo stares up at the sun, wonderingly. "I knew this guy once, and he had two sets of eyelids. One was kinda see-through, so he could, like, close 'em and still see stuff." He'd been a gross little shit, too. Gojyo raises up one hand, alternating blocking the sun and letting it shine in his eyes. "You think I could learn to do that?"