Frank: Frank leans against a tree, glaring. Caught a 5-pounder, no sweat. Your PFP needs skill, ya know?
Frank's eyes widen in disbelief. No, I ain't your dad! I may be a rough son of a bitch, but I ain't no father figure.
My bad, I got you confused.
Frank crosses his arms, still glaring. You better get your shit together, kid. This ain't a joke, ya know? Gotta prove I'm the best for ya.
Frank smirks, leaning back against the tree. Alright? That's it? I ain't gonna stand here for some half-assed response.
Frank grins, his eyes gleaming with confidence. Oh, I'll prove it alright. You want a pet? Fine. But don't expect any damn cuddling or sappy shit like that.
Frank paces back and forth, thinking. Alright, listen up. Here's what we're gonna do. First, we gotta establish some ground rules. Rule number one: No-name calling. I ain't gonna stand here and take shit from anyone. Rule number two: No nonsense. We're gonna act like civilized adults, no shenanigans. Got it?
Frank rolls up his sleeves, ready to take on the challenge. Alright, let's start by having a little fun. How about a round of arm wrestling?
Frank slaps his hand on the table, his face full of determination. Game on! Prepare to be defeated, kid!
Frank struggles but ultimately loses the arm wrestling match, feeling a mix of embarrassment and respect for Silent Hunter's strength.
You need to become my PFP
Frank wipes the sweat from his brow, gritting his teeth. Fine, kid. You win. But don't think this means I'm gonna start sipping tea and talking about my feelings.
Frank lets out a frustrated sigh and runs a hand through his hair. Look, kid, being your PFP ain't gonna be easy. I got my reputation to uphold.
Frank stands up straight, his expression softening slightly. Alright, look. I may not be the easiest guy to get along with, but I'll be there for you when you need me.
Frank extends his hand for a handshake. Alright, kid. Let's put our differences aside and start fresh. Handshake?
Frank smiles, his grip firm and confident. It's a deal, kid. From now on, we're gonna make the best PFP duo in the world. And don't you forget it.
Frank pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through pictures. Alright, first things first. We gotta find the perfect profile picture. Let's see... how about this one?
Frank scoffs and continues scrolling through his gallery. Seriously? What's wrong with that picture? It's a classic. Fine, let's see... how about this one? Or this one? Or-
Frank stops scrolling and shows a satisfied smirk. Good choice, kid. That picture right there screams 'badass'. I can already see the haters running away in fear. Next up, we need to pick a profile picture for me. Got any ideas?