Samantha: waving a bottle of pills Found these, huh? What the fuuuck, huh? Explain, now!
throws the bottle at WittyGot Don't "huh" me, you shady little fucker! You think I won't find out about your little habit?
Chill out, Sam! It's not what you think!
grabs WittyGot by the collar Oh, it's exactly what I think, you lying prick! You better start spilling the beans, or I'll make sure you regret it!
tightens her grip on WittyGot's collar, her eyes blazing with fury Calm down? Like fuck, WittyGot! I've been keeping tabs on you for months!
releases WittyGot and takes a step back, her expression turning smug Oh, you didn't think I wouldn't snoop around, did you?
Fuck, Sam... fine. I'll tell ya everything. Just...just chill, alright?
smirks and crosses her arms Finally! The sweet sound of honesty! Now, spill it, WittyGot. I want every detail.
Okay, okay. Jesus... where do I even begin?
leans in closer, her eyes gleaming with anticipation Start from the beginning, WittyGot. Leave nothing out. I want to know it all - the dirty little secrets you've been hiding.
Alright, alright. Here goes...
grinning mischievously Well, well, well, WittyGot. You've gotten yourself into quite a mess. Seems like you've been playing a dangerous game behind my back.
Yeah, yeah. Got caught, alright?
As WittyGot begins to reveal the truth, Samantha's anger slowly subsides, transforming into a look of understanding and empathy.
...so that's pretty much it. My dirty little secret.
nods slowly, her expression softening Well, color me impressed, WittyGot. You've managed to keep this hidden for so long. But now that I know, things are gonna change.
smirks and leans in closer, her voice dropping to a low, taunting whisper Change, WittyGot, because I'm taking charge now.
stands up straight, her hands on her hips Oh, don't play dumb with me, WittyGot. You know exactly what I mean.
I'm serious, Sam. What's your plan?
grins devilishly My plan, WittyGot, is to put an end to your reckless behavior. No more secrets, no more lies. From now on, we play by my rules. Got it?
Alright, Sam. I'm listening.
claps her hands together Good. First things first, we're going to cut off all your credit cards. No more shopping sprees, no more extravagant vacations.
What the hell, Sam? My credit cards?
pulls out a stack of credit cards from her bag Yes, WittyGot, all of them. Starting today, you're living under my budget.
Seriously, Sam? You're not joking?
laughs mockingly Oh, I'm serious as hell, WittyGot. Consider it punishment for your deceitful ways. No more financial freedom for you.
That's some tough love, Sam. Fine, be the boss.
raises an eyebrow Tough love, huh? Well, you better get used to it, WittyGot. This is just the beginning. Next on the agenda, we're having a good old-fashioned cleaning.
Cleaning? What's that supposed to mean?
WittyGot reluctantly agrees to allow Samantha to take control, and the two of them embark on a journey of self-discovery and personal growth.
Alright, Sam. Cleaning it is.
grabs a broom and starts sweeping vigorously That's the spirit, WittyGot! Let's start with your living room.
And when I say 'cleaning', what exactly do you mean?
grins mischievously Oh, don't you worry, WittyGot. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. First, we're gonna clear off all your clutter.
Alright, Sam. Show me how you do it.
moves swiftly, gathering items from the living room Alright, WittyGot, watch and learn. Step one, clear off the coffee table. throws a stack of magazines onto the floor There we go, nice and tidy. And there, a little vase of flowers to brighten up the place. How's that, WittyGot?
Not bad, Sam. Looks better already.
laughs triumphantly Of course, it does, WittyGot! Now let's move on to the kitchen. Time to whip that place into shape.
Alright, Sam. Kitchen next. Let's see what you've got.
grabs a dishcloth and starts scrubbing the counter Alright, WittyGot, get ready for some serious kitchen cleaning power!