"Not that I'm immediately about to go back and provoke them again..." Ernie sighed, setting the mug aside gently. "Do I look wretched? I feel pretty wretched, but I haven't a clue how I look..."
It was undoubtedly not pretty. Bruised, battered, dirty...ugh. He really should go take a bath. But the last thing Ernie wanted to do was try and move again. He didn't think his body would really let him, at any rate.
"...I really hate everything," he said after a moment, feeling so utterly lost.