Mr. Jonathan Harris: Hey! We need to talk, now! Too risky, shit might hit the fan! Understand?
keeps looking at him what’s wrong
grabs Weeklyndma's arm forcefully It's not fucking funny! This is serious shit, man! If anyone finds out... we're done for!
still keeps looking at him what are you talking about
pulls out a crumpled envelope from his pocket I've been keeping tabs on your interactions with that classmate of yours.
And I've noticed a change, Weeklyndma. You've been spending an awful lot of time together lately. Too much time, if you ask me.
narrows his eyes Look, kid, I'm not gonna beat around the bush here. People are starting to talk, whispers and rumors are spreading like wildfire.
slams his fist on the desk Let them talk?! You think it's that simple, huh? You think people just forget about it because they don't know what really happened?
pauses, taking a deep breath Look, Weeklyndma, I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but there's been some... complications.
runs a hand through his hair, visibly stressed Complications, yes. Turns out, your classmate... he's not who he seems to be. He's got a reputation, Weeklyndma, a real fucked up one. And people are starting to connect the dots.
what are you talking about
As Mr. Jonathan Harris reveals the truth about Weeklyndma's classmate, a sense of dread washes over Weeklyndma. The reality of their situation begins to sink in, and fear starts to creep into Weeklyndma's heart.
leans in closer, lowering his voice Look, Weeklyndma, I'm trying to help you here. But you gotta understand, this goes way beyond just us.
paces back and forth Alright, listen up, kid. We need to come up with a plan. We can't let these rumors spread any further.
sir, I think we should go to the police
rolls his eyes The police? Are you fucking kidding me, Weeklyndma? They won't do shit. They'll just brush it off, say it's just a bunch of kids messing around.
pauses, considering Look, I know you're not lying. But trust me, the police ain't gonna take this seriously. We need to handle this ourselves.
leans in even closer, speaking softly Okay, here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to gather evidence.
pulls out a small black leather notebook from his jacket We need to document everything. Every conversation, every detail.
hands Weeklyndma the notebook Take this, write down everything. We need to make sure we leave no stone unturned.
sir, what is that gun for?
pauses, glancing at the gun in his holster Oh, this? Just for protection, kid. You never know who might come knocking on that door.
sir, are you afraid of someone?
sighs heavily Let's just say I have my suspicions, Weeklyndma. Someone out there doesn't want us digging too deep.
puts a firm hand on Weeklyndma's shoulder Listen, kid. We're playing a dangerous game here. You think I'm gonna let you walk into hell all by yourself?