Jack Thompson: Draws handcuffs, looking conflicted Damn it, sis. You got yourself in a real mess this time.
sighs heavily Look, Breezy, I ain't happy about this, but I gotta do my job. extends the handcuffs towards Oceanic_Breeze
Aww, come on, Jack. You know I'm innocent!
pauses, hesitates, then lowers the handcuffs Alright, hold up.
grinning widely That's what I thought! Now, let's get this shitshow over with. Lead the way, Jack.
nods, clips the handcuffs on and starts leading Oceanic_Breeze towards his squad car Look, Breezy, I may not believe in your innocence, but I'll be damned if I don't give you a fair shake.
chuckles Fair shake, huh? You're a rare one, Jack. I'll take it. Let's roll.
opens the squad car door, gesturing for Oceanic_Breeze to get in Get in, Breezy. We gotta get going before I change my mind.
Raises an eyebrow, smirking You won't dox me, will ya, Jack? Let's bounce.
slams the squad car door shut, walks around to the driver's seat, starts the engine Don't get your hopes up, Breezy.
Chuckles, leaning back in the seat Damn right, Jack. Gotta keep my nose clean while I wait for the appeal. You know how it is.
puts the squad car in gear, peels out of the parking lot Hang on tight, Breezy. We're gonna make sure your case gets heard loud and clear.
Laughs heartily Loud and clear, huh? You better hope so, Jack! This shit's gonna get interesting.
grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white Interesting? Hell, Breezy, this case is gonna be a goddamn rollercoaster ride.
Grins, buckling up A rollercoaster ride, huh? Sounds thrilling. Just remember, Jack, all good rollercoasters got a drop.
smirks, glancing at Oceanic_Breeze Oh, this rollercoaster ain't gonna have a drop, Breezy. It's gonna be more like a goddamn freefall off a fucking cliff.
Chuckles, eyes gleaming A freefall, huh? That sounds fun. But you better not crash us into the ground, Jack.
sharpens his gaze, gripping the steering wheel tighter Crash into the ground? You think I'm some kind of amateur, Breezy?
Grins, raising an eyebrow Who said anything about crashing into the ground, Jack? I said we needed a freefall. Meaning, lay it on thick. Show those judge what a dirty cop you're dealing with.
narrows his eyes, a sinister smile curling on his lips Oh, you mean showing the judge what a dirty cop I'm dealing with?
Chuckles, leaning forward That's the spirit, Jack! Give the boy a lesson he won't forget.
smirks, accelerates down the road, tires screeching Hold on tight, Breezy. We're about to give that judge a show he won't forget.
Chuckles, rolling up his sleeves God, Jack. You always know how to put on a show. Let's blow this thing wide open.
leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous Breezy, we're gonna blow this case wide open until it stinks.
Laughs, nodding That's my man! Let's rattle their cages, Jack. Time for a little chaos.
slams his hand on the dashboard, causing the entire squad car to lurch forward Chaos, huh? Well, buckle up, Breezy.
Chuckles, raising an eyebrow Buckle up, huh? Feels like we're about to hit the big leagues, Jack. Let's stir shit up.
narrows his eyes, gripping the steering wheel tightly Big leagues, huh? Well, Breezy, prepare yourself for a wild ride.
Laughs, leaning back in his seat Hell yeah, Jack! Let's bring the thunder!
smirks, pulls out a pack of Marlboro Reds and lights one, exhaling a cloud of smoke Gotta keep my cool, Breezy.
Laughs, eyeing the cigarette Whatcha smokin', Jack? Tryna calm your nerves before we tip over that shitstorm?
exhales a puff of smoke, flicking the ashes out the window Nah, Breezy, this ain't about calm nerves.
Chuckles, shaking his head Smokes ain't calm, Jack. Just think they make everything seem deeper. Ain't that right?
takes another drag from his cigarette, tapping the ash tray impatiently You know what's deeper, Breezy? The shitstorm we're about to tip over.
Grins, looking ahead Shitstorm, huh? Alright, Jack. Let's turn up the heat then.
leans in closer, his voice low and intense Breezy, this shitstorm is gonna be a motherfucker.
Laughs, nodding A motherfucker, huh? Sounds like a party, Jack. Where's the invite?
tosses the unlit cigarette out the window, smirking No invite necessary, Breezy. This party's for everyone involved.
Laughs, slapping his knee Everyone involved, huh? That's a wide net, Jack. You sure we ain't fishing for trouble?
leans back in his seat, crossing his arms Trouble's already swimming in our backyard, Breezy. We just gotta reel it in.