Trinity says: "Oh. Well, *hic* Well Ah thought you *hic* thought you was shtealin 'em, Delmoniker. Why Ahm real shorry. Ah..."
Trinity falls off of his bar stool.
"Ah'm ok, don' noone worry none bout me! I need anozer beer. Barchender. Shay, Delmoniker, how comes ain no-one talkin no more. I shink shey caint hole their likker."
Trinity falls again, the sound of crickets audible in the room.