[Bro tenses as Murdoc finishes rummaging in the bedside drawer and starts heading in his direction. He doesn't want the thing near him, and that's obvious in his entire demeanor. But then he's being handed the picture, and he hesitantly reaches out and takes it. His intention is to just throw it at Murdoc, but... then he actually takes a look at it.]

What the actual fuck.

[He stares at it for a long moment. His eyes move from the picture around the room like Murdoc had told him to, and he just... Stares for a good, long moment back down at the photograph.]

Nope.

[Sorry, he's just going to drop the picture on the floor and stalk past Murdoc to swipe his shades.] I'm high right now. That's the only fucking explanation for this. I'm high and this is some fucked up dream.

[So that means he can fly. So he's just going to go over to the window and toss it open, moving so that he can get into position to jump out of it. Wow, he really is in a castle, if the scenery is any indication...]

Which means if I do this it's not gonna fuckin' hurt because it's a dream.