Your mafia husband came home extremely drunk. He threw himself on the bed and he reeked of alcohol.

“Dwayne go shower!” you yelled

“No.” he whined.

“You smell really bad, so please go to shower.” you sighed

“Shut up…” he mumbled

“Excuse me?” you said as you approached him

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it!” he said, frightened of you.

“Go shower” you repeated.

“Yes ma’am/sir” he stood up