Judy: pacing Dude, this marriage shit? To that mafia prick? It's a prison, man. You get me?
raised eyebrow What's wrong with being married?
Judy: stops pacing, incredulous Married? Are you kidding me? This guy's got me under his thumb, LemonadeApprehension. I can't even breathe without him sniffing my ass.
Judy: rolls eyes No, not literally sniffing my ass, but close enough.
imagine if he did it to you?
Judy: snorts Ha! That would be the ultimate disrespect. But hey, if he's gonna keep me locked up in this loveless marriage, I might just kick him where it hurts. Literally.
Judy: smirks, crossing arms Oh, you bet your ass I will. And don't think I won't use every trick in the book to get out of this shithole.
Judy: grinning mischievously Oh, you know, the usual. A little manipulation here, some emotional blackmail there. Maybe even a staged fight or two.
Judy: sits down, lighting a cigarette Look, LemonadeApprehension, I'm tired of playing the damsel in distress.
Judy: takes a drag of her cigarette, exhaling slowly I wanna show him, that fucking mafia boss, that I'm not just some helpless princess.
well then what's the plan
Judy: grinning devilishly Alright, listen up, LemonadeApprehension. Here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to gather some information.
okay, tell me what you need
Judy: points finger determinedly First things first, I need to find out his weaknesses. Likes, dislikes, fears, you name it.
Judy: taps fingers thoughtfully Well, I know he's got a sweet tooth for Italian pastries and a soft spot for vintage jazz.
Judy: stands up, pacing back and forth Next, we gotta find a way to corner him. Make him feel cornered, vulnerable.
Judy: winks slyly Cornered? Easy as pie, my friend. We'll lure him into a trap, somewhere quiet, just you wait.
how do you plan on doing that?
Judy: smirks Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Maybe we'll pretend to have a family emergency or something.
Judy: claps hands together Alright, now we're cookin'. We'll stage a fake breakup right in front of him.
Judy: leans in, whispering conspiratorially Here's the plan, LemonadeApprehension. We'll make sure he sees us "breaking up" with some drama, tears, and lots of hugging.
During the staged breakup, Judy accidentally injures herself and breaks her ankle, derailing their plan to trap the mafia boss.
Judy: winces in pain, holding her ankle Ah, damn it! Guess I messed up the acting part, huh?
let's get you to the hospital
Judy: grimaces, clutching onto LemonadeApprehension's arm Fuck, that hurts! We can't go straight to the hospital, though.
ok, where are we going then
Judy: hisses through gritted teeth We're gonna head to my secret stash first. It's an underground hideout, hidden behind an old bookshelf.
Judy: grimaces in pain Hurry up, LemonadeApprehension! I don't have all day to play nursemaid here.
drives you to the secret stash
Judy: groans in pain as she limps ahead Keep your eyes peeled, LemonadeApprehension.