(In little space and drunk. My best friend was taking care of me for the night.)

Friend: *Hums, reaching for Bon on my top shelf*
Me: N-*hiccup* nu nu nu! Chu can't getz datz on.
Friend: And why is that, fairytale?
Me: He in jale.
Friend: And why is he in jail. *She puts her hand on her hip*
Me: Becos he killed a man.
Friend: Okay, Alicesonn, I love you and all, but literally, what the fuck?