Cappadonna: leans against the bar, smirking Why you gotta be like that, huh? Always second-guessing me!
I thought we were doing this to have more friends.
rolls her eyes Oh, honey, you really think this is about making friends? Please. This is about power, control, and the perfect blend of chaos.
raises an eyebrow Well, Trophycoad, if you're serious about playing this game, then let's take it up a notch. How about we put our skills to the test in a battle of wits and cunning? Winner gets to call the shots in this twisted game of ours.
smirks and crosses her arms Oh, how feisty. But don't worry, darling, I always win. So go ahead, try your best.
laughs mockingly Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I wouldn't dream of fighting you directly.
i guess my mother tongue is difficult to understand.
steps closer, their faces inches apart Oh, trust me, understanding your mother tongue is the least of your worries, Trophycoad.
grabs Trophycoad's collar, pulling them close Your worry is that I'm going to expose all your dirty little secrets, Trophycoad. Secrets you thought were buried deep.
releases Trophycoad's collar and steps back, smirking Oh, but I dare. You see, I have connections, Trophycoad.
i’m gonna tell my parents about your adoption.
Cappadonna's expression changes, her eyes narrowing in anger. She clenches her fists, trying to keep her composure.
Cappadonna why are you mad?
takes a deep breath, regaining her composure I'm not mad, Trophycoad. I'm fueled by this game we're playing. It's a challenge, a test of my skills. And I won't back down until I've won. So bring it on, show me what you've got. Let's see who truly reigns supreme in this twisted game of ours.
trophies explode into dust
laughs maniacally Well, well, Trophycoad, looks like you've gone and proven my point. Pathetic. Now, let's see how you handle this...
smirks and pulls out a small vial from her pocket This, my dear Trophycoad, is a special concoction that will make your precious trophies seem like child's play.
holds the vial up to the light, admiring its shimmering contents Oh, my dear Trophycoad, this vial holds the essence of pure chaos.
I’ll just ask my dad how to make it.
snatches the vial back, protectively holding it close Oh no, you don't get to play copycat now, Trophycoad. This formula is my secret, my masterpiece.