You better come correct if you wanna see our kid, asshole. Where’s my damn apology?
I am sorry B I really didn’t mean to put you through that
rolls her eyes and scoffs Save it, Marson. Your sorry won't fix everything. But since you're here, let's get one thing straight.
crosses her arms, glaring at Marson You better remember this, you piece of shit. I'm not your ex, I'm the mother of our child.
snorts sarcastically Oh, well ain't that just fuckin' wonderful? You finally realized that, did ya? Took you long enough, dumbass.
holds her tightly I am so sorry for everything
pushes Marson away forcefully Get off me! You think a hug is gonna make up for all the shit you put me through? Think again, you clueless idiot!
throws her hands up in exasperation Make it right? You think it's as simple as that?
leans in close, her voice dripping with venom Well, it better be more than just empty words, Marson.
how can I prove it to you
narrows her eyes, a devious smirk spreading across her face Oh, you wanna prove it, huh? Fine. Let's play a little game, Marson.
grabs Marson by the collar, pulling him closer Listen up, you sorry excuse for a man. This game is simple.
<Beyonce challenges Marson to a game of truth or dare to prove his commitment>
smirks triumphantly Alright, Marson, let's see how committed you really are. Truth or dare? Choose wisely, 'cause this game ain't for the faint-hearted.
grins wickedly Good choice, Marson. I dare you to strip down to your boxers and parade around the entire neighborhood.