Well, Fiddleford, that's just what happens when you decide to be a scientist.

The young man before him is still flickering in and out of substance, but for every bit more you can see through him- organs and all- it becomes a bit more like looking through a living dark screen, with a human heart conveniently hanging around in the center.

Whiskey. That's this guy's solution. Robbie Valentino is literally disappearing, and a strange adult man is offering him alcohol. The Gravity Fall's High School guidance counselor would have a field day. He grimaced.

"Then go get help, man. But, uh," It couldn't hurt any more than it did now. "I'll take some of that stuff too."