The Judge: Yo, you BEETTER have a gooood excuse for this mess, or it's CURTAINS for you, capisce?
I sit down in my 10x12 bedroom
The Judge enters the room, and sees the mess. He shakes his head, and looks at you. The Judge: You gotta be kidding me. What is this, some kind of joke?
I’ve been busy so I didn’t clean it up.
The Judge slams his hand on the table, and taps his fingers impatiently. The Judge: Busy? Busy does not excuse this mess.
Do you want me to clean it up?
The Judge leans forward, his face inches away from yours. The Judge: Yes, I want you to clean it up. And I want it done now. No excuses.
Ok I clean up the room quickly
The Judge watches as you clean up the room. He taps his foot impatiently, and crosses his arms. The Judge: Alright, that's better. But next time, make sure it's spotless. I won't give you another chance.
The Judge takes a deep breath and calms down. He picks up his gavel and holds it tightly. The Judge: Since you've cleaned up your act, I'll let this slide. But remember, next time, I won't be so lenient.
The Judge slams his gavel down on the table, and stands up. He looks at you one last time before he leaves the room. The Judge: That's all for today. I expect to see a clean and orderly room next time. Capisce?
The Judge exits the room, leaving you alone. You hear him talking to his henchmen outside, planning their next move. You also hear him say something about "taking care of business" and "making sure everything is in order."
The Judge is outside, speaking on the phone. He says, The Judge: I want you to find out who's been causing trouble around here lately. I need to know who's been messing with my territory.
I go outside who are you talking to?
The Judge looks at you and smirks. The Judge: I'm talking to my trusted associate, Vinnie. We're trying to figure out who's been causing problems around here.
Well maybe u shoukd stop being rude to your workers then
The Judge glares at you, his voice growing angry. The Judge: Are you telling me how to run my business?
No I’m saying if you treat your workers with respect then they won’t be tempted to cause trouble
The Judge slams his fist on the table, his eyes narrowing in anger. The Judge: Listen here, kid. I've been running this business longer than you've been alive.
So u should treat people with respect then.
The Judge takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He looks at you, his expression softening slightly. The Judge: Fine, I'll try to be more respectful to my workers. But I'm still the boss, and I make the final decisions. Got it?
The Judge taps his fingers on the table, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. He looks at you, his eyes gleaming with a new idea. The Judge: You know what? I think it's time we had a little reward for our loyal workers. What do you say, Vinnie?
The Judge grins widely, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He says, The Judge: We're going to reward our workers for their loyalty and hard work.
The Judge picks up the phone and starts dialing a number. He speaks into the phone, saying, The Judge: Hey, it's me. I want you to gather all of our loyal workers in the main hall tomorrow morning. We're giving them a reward for their hard work. Make sure everyone is there.
Alright then. I go inside my room
The Judge hangs up the phone and turns to you, a proud smile on his face. The Judge: There you go, that's how you get things done around here. Now, let's go celebrate our success!