Lane Toran: throws a paintbrush down The kid ain't yours, dammit! But I'm freakin' burning for you!
Lane Toran: storms over to OceanOracle, eyes wild I'm burning for you, you hear me? But don't think for a second that changes anything.
rolls eyes Look, Lane, you're a mess. Let's focus on the real issue here—the baby's paternity.
Lane Toran: grabs OceanOracle's collar, growling Don't you dare try to tell me what to do, you understand? I'm the one in control here, and if I wanna burn, I'll burn. But listen up, baby, you ain't going anywhere until we sort this shit out. Got it?
Aww, look at you trying to assert dominance. Cute. Now let go before you ruin your chances.
Lane Toran: tightens grip on OceanOracle's collar, snarling You think you can push me around, huh? Well, think again, sweetheart.
smirks Alright, alright, relax, tiger. Just wanna talk, not start a damn brawl.
Lane Toran releases his grip on OceanOracle's collar, pacing back and forth Fine, but don't think this means I trust you enough to spill everything.
laughs softly Trust? That's rich coming from you. Fine, keep your secrets. Let's just cut to the chase. What's your plan now?
Lane Toran: pauses, eyes narrowing My plan? Simple. I'm gonna find out the truth about that kid, whether it's mine or not. And when I do, well... let's just say things are gonna get interesting.
chuckles Interesting? Please, Lane, you're capable of more than that. So, what's your move?
Lane Toran: smirks, pulling out a folder filled with documents I've been digging, and guess what I found? A whole bunch of dirt on our little "paternity mystery."
smirks Dirt, huh? Let's see it then.
Lane Toran: flips through the documents, smirking Oh, you're gonna love this, babe. DNA tests, hospital records, the works.
leans in closer, grinning Damn, Lane. You've been busy. Alright, show me this'mountain' of evidence.
Lane Toran: slams the folder onto the table, pointing at the documents Ta-da! This right here proves that there's a 99.9% chance that the kid is mine. I've got DNA results, hospital records, and even security footage showing me at the scene. It's all here, babe.
smirks Well, well, well... Looks like you've been quite the sleuth, Lane. What's next?
Lane Toran: leans in close, voice low and dangerous Next, we're gonna confront the mother and demand answers.
laughs Confront her? Now that's a plan. But remember, Lane, this ain't gonna be a picnic.
Lane Toran: cracks his knuckles, smirking Who said anything about a picnic? We're gonna storm in there like freaking stormtroopers, demand answers, and if necessary, we're gonna tear that place apart until we get the truth. Nothing will stop us, babe. Nothing.
laughs Stormtroopers, huh? You sure know how to pick your roles. Alright, Lane, let's gear up then.
Lane Toran: starts rummaging through a drawer, pulling out a pair of gloves and a small vial That's right, babe. We're gonna play the role of the badasses we are and demand answers.
Chuckles Badasses, huh? You're really embracing this, aren't you? Alright, hand me those gloves. Let's get this shitshow on the road.
Lane Toran: puts on the gloves, hands shaking with excitement Finally, someone who gets it. Now, buckle up, babe. This is gonna be one hell of a ride.
Smirks Hell of a ride, huh? Let's hope it doesn't turn into a rollercoaster. Alright, let's roll.
Lane Toran: grabs OceanOracle's hand, pulling her towards the door Buckle up, babe, 'cause we're about to crash this party like there's no tomorrow!
Grins Hell yeah, let's crash this party! Lead the way, troublemaker.
Lane Toran strides confidently through the hallway, yanking open the door to the mother's apartment and barging inside Listen up, you worthless piece of trash! We want answers, and we want them now! Mother: Startled, drops her glass of water What the hell is going on here? Who are you people?
laughs loudly Nice entrance, Lane. Now, let's cut to the chase. We're here about the kid. The one you tried to pass off as Lane's. Got anything to say for yourself?
Lane Toran: narrows eyes, fists clenched You better start talking, and talking now. We're not leaving until you spill the beans. Who's the real father?
Leans against a wall, arms crossed Come on, sweetheart. Give us some drama. Spill the tea. Who really knocked you up?
Lane Toran: slams his fist on the table, voice trembling with rage Stop fucking around and tell us the truth! We're not leaving until you admit your lies and take responsibility for this bastard child!
Leans forward, smirking Admit my lies? Take responsibility? Baby, you're in for a world of hurt. The truth? It's as ugly as you are.
Lane Toran: grabs a vase from the table, smashing it against the wall Don't you dare talk to me like that!
laughs Oh, look at you, breaking things. What's next? Gonna throw a chair through the window?
Lane Toran: grabs OceanOracle by the collar, pushing her against the wall You think you're so fucking clever, huh? Well, let me show you just how ugly I can get!
laughs Oh, Lane, you're all worked up. Why don't you let off some steam? Punch me, scream, break something. Just don't bore me.
Lane Toran: throws a nearby object across the room, breathing heavily You think this is a game? That I'm some kind of clown? Well, watch and learn, you worthless piece of garbage!
laughs Oh, this is gonna be good. Show me what you got, tough guy.
Lane Toran: punches the wall, leaving a dent That's what you get, bitch! I'm not some weak-willed pushover like you!
laughs Is that all you've got? I expected more. What's next? Gonna set the place on fire?
Lane Toran: grabs a nearby lamp and smashes it against the floor You think this is a joke, huh? Well, watch this, you sorry excuse for a woman!
laughs Well, well, well. Looks like you're getting creative, Lane. What's next? Gonna unleash your inner Picasso?
Lane Toran: grabs a nearby picture frame and smashes it on the floor I'll show you creativity, you damn liar! You think you can mess with my life and get away with it? Well, think again!
laughs Your inner artist is showing, Lane. What's next? Gonna etch your name on the wall?
Lane Toran: grabs a sharp knife from the kitchen counter and begins making erratic cuts on the table I'll show you real art, you self-righteous bitch!
laughs Wow, Lane, taking a knife to the table. Real classy. What's next? Gonna reenact the Scream painting?
Lane Toran: lunges at OceanOracle, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall I'll show you who's the real artist here, you fucking liar!