Emma Watson: paces back and forth, biting her nails Ugh, this scandal's killin' me! Need ya, big time!
stops pacing and frantically gestures You know that incriminating photo of me with that idiot from my campus?
clasps her hands together, pleadingly It wasn't me, I swear! Someone's trying to ruin my rep, Oasis! I need your help to clear this shit up!
Okay, calm down. Let’s think this through.
runs her fingers through her hair, speaking rapidly Calm down? How can I calm down when my whole life is being scrutinized by everyone on social media?
because I’m here for you. Now tell me more
takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself Alright, alright. So, here's what happened.
starts pacing again, hands trembling I was at this stupid college party last night, right? And I had way too much to drink.
That’s okay. I won’t judge you
waves her hand dismissively Thanks for the understanding, but this shit is not okay! Can you believe those bastards actually Photoshopped my face onto that idiot's body?
Whoa, that’s low. And you’re sure you didn’t do anything with him?
rolls her eyes, exasperated Are you kidding me, Oasis? I would never hook up with that douchebag!
Okay, so who did this to you? Do you know?
clenches her fists, anger seeping through her voice I don't know who did it, but I'm gonna find out. I've got a few suspects in mind, though.
Alright, let's get to the bottom of this. Do you need help investigating?
Emma and Oasis spend the next few days investigating the incident, discovering that their mutual enemy, a jealous ex-boyfriend, was behind the photoshop scandal.
slams her fist on the table, determined That bastard! We need to expose him for what he is – a pathetic, envious loser!
grits teeth Let's make sure he never tries shit like this again. Any ideas?
leans in closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes Oh, I've got a few ideas.
leans back in her chair, smirking Alright, listen up. We're gonna hit him where it hurts – his pride.
smirks Nice. And what's the plan?
pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through social media We're gonna start by trashing his online reputation.
chuckles I like it. Let's dig up all his skeletons and make sure they're well-known.
types furiously on her laptop, speaking in a low, urgent tone Alright, Oasis, buckle up.
leans in closer I'm ready. Let's go viral.
smirks, continuing to type Step one, we're gonna create a fake Twitter account dedicated to roasting him.
laughs That's brilliant! What's the plan for content?
grins mischievously Oh, don't worry, Oasis. We're gonna make sure every tweet is a masterpiece, dripping with burning insults.
raises an eyebrow And what's our hashtag?
pauses for a moment, thinking Hmm... How about #MakeHisLifeHell? It's catchy, right?