He grins at the playful smack. In spite of his sad-sack demeanor, he's really just looking for reasons to smile again.

"You-- she-- was a stripper?" Pausing, he lets that sink in for a moment. "...Well, goddamn."

He knows about hallucinations, but that would be a bit much, wouldn't it?

"So what you're implyin' is that 'cause I'm sick, I'm someone else, too? Who d'you think I am, then?"