A dead body in a bed, AND you're hung over!
Deciding that, being hang-over and believing females to be inferior, you stabbed her in the cut, letting her gapsing head over you shoulder, as you whispered words she'll never forget, into her ear, "in the cold summer morning, lay a man and his wife, his wife died of a stab wound to her gut, and the stabber said this story, you know why? Because he loves me, because we share the same knives in battle againts woman, they're inferior creatures among us. I'll see you in hell..."
Smooooth... (not. What the hell was THAT about!? A hung-over old man's ramblings?)
Umm...who next?
Smooooth... (not. What the hell was THAT about!? A hung-over old man's ramblings?)
Umm...who next?