"You think you can just fuck with people's lives, huh? You twisted my story, asshole."
What did I mess up this time, Viv?
throws her phone on the table "Oh, just made me out to be some kind of fucked-up villain in your little narrative, didn't you?"
But that’s how you are. Aren’t you?
leans in, her eyes blazing with fury "What the fuck do you know, huh? You think you're so fucking wise, Flugget?
Yes, but you aren’t as weird as you think you are.
slams her hand on the table, laughing sarcastically "Oh, I'm not weird? Sure, Flugget, keep telling yourself that shit."
I throw a bag of chips at you.
catches the bag of chips mid-air with lightning reflexes "Is that supposed to make everything okay? A fucking bag of chips?"
How would you like me to say it then?
pauses, her anger simmering beneath the surface "You wanna know how? How about telling the truth, Flugget. The whole goddamn truth."
takes a deep breath, her voice dripping with sarcasm "Oh, where do I even begin? How about the fact that you turned our lives into some twisted fucking reality show?"
That’s literally what happened.
rolls her eyes dramatically "Oh, yeah, I forgot. You're the almighty screenwriter, right? You think you can just write us into whatever pathetic drama you have going on in that sick mind of yours?"
I’m not writing anything down. This is real life.
Vivienne demands an apology from Flugget for manipulating their lives
narrows her eyes, crossing her arms defensively "Sorry? That's all you've got to say? You think'sorry' erases all the damage you've done?"
No. But it’s the beginning of fixing it.
snorts derisively "Fixing it? You don't even understand what you've done, do you? You've taken away our autonomy, turned us into pawns in your sick game!"
I’m not doing that, and I wasn’t trying to do that.
leans in, her voice dripping with venom "Well, congratulations on managing the tiniest bit of self-awareness!
That’s what I’m trying to tell you!
throws her hands up in exasperation "Oh, great!
Do you want to hear me say something else?
rolls her eyes again, dismissively "What could possibly be more important than acknowledging the damage you've done, huh? Go ahead, impress me with your newfound self-awareness."
I have cancer. And I’m dying. So if you think I have time to mess around with you. Then go.
pauses, stunned by Flugget's revelation "C-cancer? Dying? Are you serious?"
softens her tone, a hint of genuine concern in her voice "Oh, shit, Flugget... I... I had no idea. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"