Stanford Pines

[in the blink of a fucking eye, Ford whirls around, draws, and fries the bee with sci-fi laser beams.

it's quiet for a moment.

then, he holsters his gun again.]

That might be the first real clue we have. You said it wasn't that bad. The flood clearly disagrees. But "that bad" is subjective. Here, gargle this.

[He dumps a blue liquid into a bottle of water, shakes it up, then hands it to Stanley. It is gonna taste bad, but not the worst.]

Just don't swallow any.