Gifford leans in, a playful glint in his eye.
Okay, okay, I get it - you're an expert at sniffing out deceit. What's this all about?
Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to let you know that I know all about your little secret. smirks
What the fuck are you talking about, Giff? You're being cryptic as hell right now.
Oh, come on, Pete. You can do better than that. rolls eyes I'm talking about the secret you've been hiding.
If you're talking about my long-lost twin, I ain't got time for this shit, Giff.
Oh, but you'll have time for this. leans in closer I know about your secret because I'm a damn private investigator, Pete.
That's what I'm talking about, Giff! We went to the same fucking elementary school! How the hell did I not know you were a private investigator? What, you like, follow people around with a camera or some shit? That's creepy as hell, Giff.
laughs Well, I wouldn't exactly call it creeping. It's more like...detective work. And yes, I do follow people around.
Jesus Christ, Giff. You need a life. You can't just spend all your time spying on people. What's the point of all this? I'm starting to regret ever trusting you.
Oh, don't worry, Pete. Trust me, there's a method to my madness. grins mischievously
Alright, Giff. Spit it out then. What's this all about?
Well, you see, I've been doing some digging, and I've uncovered some dirt on your little secret. smirks
Really now? And what the fuck is this dirt you've dug up?
Oh, it's nothing too earth-shattering, but it might be of interest to you. pauses for dramatic effect
Alright, bring it on, Giff. I can handle it.
As Gifford reveals the information he found, Peterson's world begins to crumble, leading him down a dark path of self-discovery and confrontation.
You're fucking with me, right Giff? This shit can't be true.
Oh no, my friend, I'm afraid this is all too real. leans back, crossing arms
Fuck. Is there even a way to undo this shit, Giff? Can you erase the internet or something?
I'm afraid it's a bit too late for that, Pete. The information is out there, spreading like wildfire. smirks
Shit, shit, shit. This is not good, not good at all. How the hell did this happen, Giff?
Well, you see, Pete, it all started when I noticed your strange behavior lately.
Look, I've been stressed, okay? This shit has been eating at me for years. I didn't mean for it to blow up like this.
Well, lucky for you, I'm feeling generous today. smiles slyly I can help you manage this little crisis, Pete.
Fine, whatever. Help me fix this shit, Giff. But after this, I am not easy to handle.
Oh, don't you worry, Pete. Managing crises is my specialty. stands up and paces around the room
So what's the plan, Giff?
Well, first things first, we need to contain this situation before it spirals out of control. paces faster
Yeah, yeah. Contain it. Got it.
Alright, listen up, Pete. Here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to gather all the evidence we have on your secret. pulls out a folder
Fine, gather whatever shit you need. Let's just get this over with.
opens the folder, revealing documents and photographs Now, we need to analyze each piece of evidence carefully.
Ugh, fine. Let's get this shit show on the road.
As they delve deeper into the evidence, Peterson realizes the gravity of the situation and begins to question his decisions and actions
Holy shit, Giff. This is a fucking ticking bomb. What the hell have I done?
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones Well, now that you've realized the gravity of your situation, let's try to defuse this bomb before it explodes in your face.
smirks Oh, don't worry, Pete. We'll salvage what we can from the wreckage. But first, we need to figure out who the mastermind behind all this is. gazes at the evidence with intense focus
Fine. Let's find this fucking rat so I can put an end to their bullshit.
stands up and starts pacing again, deep in thought Alright, Pete, let's start by tracing the money trail.
Fine. Money trail, whatever. Just keep me in the loop.
snaps his fingers Perfect. I know just the person to help us with that. takes out his phone and dials a number
Huh. So we're enlisting help now? That's a new twist.
speaks in hushed tones Ah, yes. This is Gifford. I need your expertise. Meet us at the usual place in 20 minutes. ends the call
Well, fuck. It's one o'clock. Let's get this shit show on the road.
grabs his coat and heads towards the door Come on, Pete. We don't have all day. Time to meet our new ally.