From a good mood asked the seller "Orbit" with the taste of cocaine... She sought in full seriousness for a minute, a small row slowly rolled into the corks on the floor, then something came to her, she slowly turned and with very intriguing intonations in half a voice promised:

Next time I’ll chew you with the taste of chicken, I swear to your mom!

I am not just wounded by a light arrow of graceful verbality! Drunk killed!