He doesn't immediately notice the mini path of destruction. It's not the Big T is oblivious, the man shaped thing has a mind like a steel trap, mundane things are simply beneath his notice. He sets his briefcase on the broken coffee table anyway, steps in the puddle of cognac and makes his way into the kitchen.
He thinks it's awfully thoughtful that the housekeeper has left the refrigerator open for him . Pushing aside Al's body with a foot he grabs a beer and heads back into the living room. Intervention is going to be on soon and there's nothing that makes Big T laugh more then an addict.
It's in the midst of finding the television remote that he starts to sense that something is not quite right.