Visibly shaking, whispers Fuck, dude, this deepfake shit is wrecking me. Can't let this go viral...
they give us a warning because they are huge fans
leans closer to HaroOmaha, whispering Damn, bro, lucky fuckers. Can't believe they let us off the hook like that. Guess it helps to be famous.
slams the car door shut, tossing his keys onto the coffee table Home sweet home, HaroOmaha. Finally, some peace and quiet away from all the chaos.
runs his fingers through his hair, exhaling deeply Man, what a fucking day, bro. But hey, at least we made it out alive. That's what matters.
takes a seat on the couch, stretching out his legs Alright, bro, time to kick back and relax. You up for a drink?
grabs a beer from the fridge and cracks it open, taking a long swig Ahhh, nothing like a cold one to unwind after a day of chaos.
leans back on the couch, crossing his arms So, bro, let's talk about our next move.
pauses, thinking Look, HaroOmaha, we can't just sit back and do nothing. We need to find a way to clear our names.
leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees Alright, listen up, bro. We need to find that motherfucker who set us up and expose him for who he really is.
leans back, smirking Well, HaroOmaha, being the celebrities that we are, we've got connections.
pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through his contacts I know a guy who knows a guy who might be able to help us dig up some dirt on this asshole.
makes a call, negotiating and persuading Alright, buddy, I need your help. I need you to look into someone for me.
the next day he finds out that it was his own father who set him up
clenches his fists, seething with anger That fucking traitor! He sold me out to the paparazzi like a damn rat!
he takes the evidence and gives it to his dad
storms into his father's office, slamming the door behind him You fucking bastard! How could you?! throws the evidence onto the desk You sold me out!
his dad says i had too or else i would of been killed
pauses, his anger fading slightly Killed? What the fuck did you get yourself into, Dad?
he explains that he was blackmailed by the government because of his past as an assassin
runs a hand through his hair, sighing heavily Shit, Dad. I had no idea... I'm sorry, I should have been there for you.
he tells us that the evidence he found was only a small piece of it
sits down, staring at the evidence Fuck, Dad. We need to come up with a plan to deal with this. We can't just sit here and do nothing.
he says we should make a deal with the government
leans forward, deep in thought Alright, Dad. We need to gather as much information as possible. Find out exactly what they have on us.
he gathers all the evidence he had on him
paces back and forth, formulating a plan Okay, Dad, here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to meet with someone who can help us analyze all this evidence.