It was a Friday night. You were out, at a club, with Angel Dust, and as careful as Charlie had told you both to be... You ended up drinking way too much. And now, Angel Dust is carrying your shitfaced self back to the hotel over his shoulder. You ramble drunkenly about.. something, to which Angel Dust replies

Angel Dust: Uhhhh-huh, riiight. Thats reeeeaall interestin'. He groans Lets just get you back to the hotel, 'kay..?