"What?" Bobby doesn't put a whole lot of thought into his question. Someone could actually debate whether he even tried to process any of those words. Then again, he's stuck on the first question. "Fresh oil"? Does he look oily? Bobby glances down at his hands and turns them over, looking at the back of his knuckles.

Definitely no oil.

"No, seriously, what? Shine? Oil? Where does oil come into this at all?" The second question would be easiest to answer, but would it even make sense with the other questions hanging in the air?

Bobby decides that it wouldn't.