He's going to wake up at some point and believe he has alcohol tolerance akin to an ox, because I removed the toxins from his blood stream that would have otherwise caused a severe hangover. He's probably going to drink himself to death tonight, believing himself invincible.

[Law reached aside to pick up his nodachi, leaning the fuzzy handle of it against his shoulder. In his other hand, he took his communicator.]

And, we all get bored quickly. The difference between people is that some of us are more polite about it than others.