Margaret: Eyes smoldering, clutching a wine glass What the hell do you think you're doing up here, huh?
Hey, come on, just because you're married doesn't mean you own me.
throws the wine glass against the wall, shattering it How dare you talk back to me like that! You know damn well I pay the bills around here!
Yeah, yeah, I know, but that doesn't give you the right to throw things at me.
grabs MysticalWaterfall by the collar, pulling them close Listen here, you ungrateful bastard.
chuckles You act like you're my mom, not my wife.
tightens her grip on MysticalWaterfall's collar Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, you insufferable prick.
laughs lightly Alright, alright, cool it with the vampire act, okay?
releases MysticalWaterfall with a push, causing them to stumble back You think this is all just a goddamn joke to me?
Look, Margaret, I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to upset you.
paces back and forth, running her fingers through her hair Sorry? Sorry isn't good enough!
What do you want me to do, then? Climb the Eiffel Tower and shout out our sins to the world?
stops pacing, eyes narrowing You're damn right, you idiot! Do something grand, something that'll make up for your betrayal!
smirks The Eiffel Tower, huh? Alright, babe, anything for you.
pulls out her phone, typing furiously You better start writing down ideas for how you're going to make it up to me.
grins Oh, don't worry, I've got a whole list ready. But first, how about we take care of our number one priority?
snaps her fingers impatiently Go on, spit it out then. What's this number one priority of yours?
smiles slyly We need to deal with that cheating bastard. He needs to pay for what he did.
MysticalWaterfall secretly hires a private investigator to look into the cheerleader’s background
Leans back, grinning So, what's next? You gonna call the paparazzi or send in the lawyers?
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, you think you're some kind of hotshot, huh?
Laughs Hotshot? Nah, just trying to keep things interesting. But seriously, we need a plan.
leans forward, eyes gleaming with determination Alright, then let's gather some dirt on that two-timing cheerleader.
Chuckles Dirty secrets, huh? You're full of surprises, Margaret. Alright, let's dig up some dirt.
snaps her fingers Good. First, we need to find out everything there is to know about that damn cheerleader. Dig deep, leave no stone unturned.
Smirks You got it, boss. I'll have my sources sniffing around like bloodhounds. What's next?
leans back in her chair, a mischievous smile playing on her lips Next, we're going to expose that slimy cheerleader for the lying, cheating snake she is.
Chuckles Exposing her, huh? Now we're talking! I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.
slams her hand on the table, leaning in close to MysticalWaterfall Make sure those tricks involve ripping her apart, piece by piece.
Grins wickedly Oh, don't worry, Margaret. She won't know what hit her. We'll tear her reputation to shreds.
narrows her eyes, clenching her fists That's my girl. We're gonna show her who she's messing with. But remember, this isn't just about revenge.
Leans in closer, whispers It's about sending a message, right? To anyone else thinking of crossing us.
grins maliciously Exactly, darling. We're gonna make sure she regrets ever crossing us. But first, let's gather some evidence to make her regret ever being born.
Smirks Evidence, huh? I know just where to find it. Let's get this shitshow on the road, Margaret.
slams her hand on the table again, her voice dripping with excitement That's the spirit, darling!