Or rather, Bob currently felt the exact opposite of energetic. He lay listlessly on his bunk of the cell that he shared with Snake (this time, Bob lay on the bottom bunk instead of the top bunk. Bob knew better than to fight with Snake over who got which bunk, as Snake could overpower him far more easily than Cecil could).
Bob didn't want to do anything anymore. What was the point of doing anything? If he escaped, he would be caught again. If he tried an evil scheme, it would fail. If he tried to kill Bart, Bart would get away. Why bother?
Bob lay on his right side, staring at the grimy wall, and he barely reacted when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"What is it, Snake?" Bob asked with a self-pitying sigh.
Snake roughly turned Bob around so that the cellmates faced each other.
"Bob, dude, you need to get out of this funk. You're turning into a zombie."
Bob yawned.
"Snake, I consider you a friend, and I know you mean well, but if the prison psychiatrist cannot help me, then it's unlikely you can."
Snake shook Bob slightly.
"What the hell happened to you, Bob? You used to be all ruthless and supervillain-y, but now you don't even react when the other guys are beating you up. The Sideshow Bob I know doesn't give up! The Bob I knew isn't a total wimp!"
Bob wasn't sure if it was Snake's words that got to him, or if it was the fact that Snake had started to shake him more harshly, but whatever the reason, something in Bob snapped, and he shoved Snake away.
There was a brief, tense silence, and Bob braced himself when Snake raised his hand, But instead of punching Bob, Snake clapped him on the back. This was a gesture Bob normally found vulgar, but it was better than the alternative.
"See, dude?" Snake said. "That's the cellmate I know!"
Bob thought about this, then jumped up triumphantly. He did bump his head on the upper bunk, but Bob's huge hair cushioned the impact.
"YES! My vigor has returned!"
Bob embraced Snake, and Snake awkwardly returned the hug.
"Thank you, mon ami," Bob said. "If there's anything I can do to repay you-"
"There is," Snake interrupted with a smile. "Don't tell the guards about the riot and mass break-out I'm leading tonight."
"You have my word on that," Bob said, his hand on his heart. He let out a devious chuckle and added, "In any case, it wouldn't be very wise of me to tell the guards about something in which I plan to take part."
"That's the spirit, Bob!" Snake said, clapping Bob on the back a second time.