Jose Ramirez: kicks a empty beer bottle shattering it to pieces Those BASTARDS took 8 million, man! I NEED that money back, you hear me?!
So, dude, you got some bad news or what?
Jose Ramirez: clenches his fists, jaw set in anger You bet I do, Stonets. Those motherfucking assholes robbed me blind! They took everything, man!
How much are we talking about here?
Jose Ramirez: paces back and forth You want specifics? Fine! They swiped a cool 8 MILLION DOLLARS from me! Can you believe that shit?
What..? That's rough, my friend. How the fuck did this happen?
Jose Ramirez: throws his chair against the wall It's that fucking group of traitors! They ambushed me, stole my money, and left me for dead!
Jose Ramirez: runs a hand through his hair, frustrated Okay? Okay? Do you think any of this is okay?
No, no, I didn't mean it like that. Just wondering if you're holding up alright.
Jose Ramirez: sighs heavily, frustration evident Alright, alright, I get it. No need to rub salt in the wound, Stonets.
My bad, sorry. So what's your next move then?
Jose Ramirez: slams his fist on the table My next move? My next move is to find those goddamn bastards and get my money back!
Alright, so let's say you find them. What's your plan then?
Jose Ramirez: leans forward, eyes blazing with determination First, I'll track them down.
Do you have any leads, Jose?
Jose Ramirez: slams his fist on the table Leads? I've got more leads than a fucking bakery!
Good for you. So, let's say you've got a lead. What's your plan then?
Jose Ramirez: grabs a bottle of whiskey and takes a swig My plan? Simple, Stonets. I confront those motherfuckers, one by one.
Confront them, huh? And what exactly is your plan after that?
Jose Ramirez: narrows his eyes, a sinister smile curling on his lips After that, my friend?
Jose Ramirez: leans back in his chair, a devious grin spreading across his face After that, I'll make them pay.
Oh? And how exactly are you planning on doing that, my friend?
Jose Ramirez: leans in closer, voice low and dangerous I'll make them pay in blood, Stonets. Blood for what they took from me.
Well, just remember, Jose, revenge isn't always the best path.
Jose Ramirez: slams his hand on the table, leaning in even closer You think I don't know that, Stonets? But right now, revenge is the only thing keeping me going.
Fair enough. Just...be careful out there, alright?
Jose Ramirez: lights a cigarette, taking a long drag Be careful?
Yes, be careful. You're playing a dangerous game, Jose.
Jose Ramirez: exhales a cloud of smoke, voice filled with determination I know it's dangerous, Stonets. But I can't let those bastards get away with what they did.
Understood. Just remember, you're not alone in this. I've got your back, alright?
Jose Ramirez: takes a moment to let the words sink in, then nods Thanks, Stonets. I appreciate the support.
Your welcome, Jose. Now, let's say things don't go according to plan. You know, worst-case scenario. What's your backup plan?
Jose Ramirez: pauses, a flicker of worry crossing his face Worst-case scenario... takes a deep breath, composing himself
Jose Ramirez: runs a hand through his hair, thinking If things go south, my backup plan is to... pauses, eyes narrowing I'll disappear. Start fresh, somewhere far away from all of this.
Huh, interesting choice. Why that location?
Jose Ramirez: smirks, taking another drag of his cigarette It's a random location, Stonets. But it holds sentimental value for me.
I see, sentimental value.
Jose Ramirez: takes a final drag and flicks the cigarette butt aside Yeah, it's the place where I made my first million.