See, at first I was all “eyeing suspeciously” at Eugene for “well, maybe Eugene doesn’t want Roy to be tormented by his friend’s demise/struggle when he couldn’t help.

But nope! He’s just a walking pus bag dick weasel who dumpster dives for 3rd rate potion materials at discount walgreens.

Oh that, that makes a lot of sense actually. With no bodily needs to take care of, there really is no internal clock for you to take a break. And Roy just lost himself into it.

Meaning the real question is…..what the hell happened on Earth for the past 3 months?