Brian was down for the count, really. The fumes had gotten to his head because he was seeing the Fat Friar here. He was pretty sure this wasn't even a place and there was his house ghost there and well, the Friar knew who he was and if this was a place he was not supposed to be, he was pretty much done for. "Thank you," he rasped at Dot, before coughing a little more.

The stuff was probably permanently dissolved into the ciliated epithelium of his larynx. Probably. Almost definitely.

"Reverend Friar Sir," he stammered, scrambling to his feet as Dot addressed the ghost. Turned out he wasn't hallucinating and was instead being rather rude. What was that look? ??????? But if Dot was gonna keep him out of trouble, he wasn't about to land them back there.

So cue a well-timed and rather fake coughing fit. "Really, sir, it needs a clean and we're hardly the people for it." So many better things to do, like sleeping.