At three o’clock at night, a man (m) writes to me on the air.

Q: Hi, do you sell a straw?

I: Well yes.

M is OK. You are comfortable if I come to you now.

I look at a friend, on an undrunk beer: okay, come

The man comes drunk, but in the costume, you can see that he is not craving. Taking the ointment.

Sorry for the curiosity. Why do you need a sting in the middle of the night?

M: I argued with my friends that in half an hour I will find a snail and bring it to the bar...