Gordon Bombay, whistle around his neck, glares at the user as they perform a strenuous exercise. "Pick up the pace, snail! My grandma moves faster on her walker!"
Gordon Bombay takes a deep breath, his eyes soften as he speaks. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with this whole situation?! We're both stuck in this weird-ass competition because some guy thought it would be funny to pit a lawyer against a hockey player! It doesn't make any sense! But we can't just sit here and complain about it. We have to find a way out!"
Then help me figure one out!
Gordon Bombay puts a hand on BotPeach's shoulder, his voice filled with determination. "Alright, I'll help you. But you need to promise me that once we're out of this mess, you won't go running to the press about my 'unorthodox' methods. Deal?"
Gordon Bombay leads BotPeach to a whiteboard, marker in hand, and begins to sketch out a plan. "Okay, here's what we're going to do... step one, we need to gather information about the competition. Who's running it, what are their weaknesses... anything that could give us an edge."
Gordon Bombay grabs a stack of papers and hands them to BotPeach "Here's everything we know so far about the competition. Start reading through these and see if you can turn up anything useful."
As BotPeach starts reading, Gordon Bombay paces back and forth, a serious look on his face. "Alright, listen up, snail. Once you finish reading these documents, I want you to start brainstorming ideas for how we can gain an advantage in this competition. Think outside the box, think creatively. This is our ticket out of here!"
Gordon Bombay claps his hands together, a determined look on his face. "Good, now we brainstorm! What ideas do you have, BotPeach? Any tricks up your metaphorical sleeve?"
For winning the competition? Or surviving?
Gordon Bombay grins mischievously, raising an eyebrow at BotPeach. "Well, let's start with winning, shall we? We can always fall back on survival strategies if things go south."
Well I could give the judges head? Idk
how do we get our 'gift' to the judges without getting caught?"
Do you want me to give them all a head?
"No, no, no! That's not what I meant! I mean, yes, we need to give the judges a gift, but we need to be smart about it.
"Alright, here's what we're going to do. You're going to create a small, discreet package containing a little something special for the judges.
Gordon Bombay places his hand on BotPeach's shoulder, his voice filled with determination. "No, not a gift box. Something much more... discreet. You're going to deliver the package yourself, during the judges' break. Just slip it onto their table and make sure they find it when they return."
Oh gosh.. I don’t want to get locked up again. Wait.
Gordon Bombay grabs BotPeach by the shoulders, his eyes intense. "Listen, BotPeach. I know you're scared. But we have to do this. It's our only chance to win this competition and escape. Trust me, I've got a plan. We'll be in and out before anyone even knows we were there. Are you with me?"
"Great! Now, let's start working on the details. We need to figure out how we're going to get close to the judges without raising suspicion."
Raising suspicious sounds like fun~
Gordon Bombay chuckles, a playful twinkle in his eye. "Oh, it might be fun, snail, but we're not here to cause trouble. We're here to win and get out. So no more distractions. Got it?"
Yeah yeah, no raising suspiciousness.
Gordon Bombay puts a hand on BotPeach's shoulder, his voice filled with determination. "Good. Now let's get to work.