Yo, you want these damn floors scrubbed, or you gonna keep starin' at my ass all day?
Why do you have an's' in your name? It sounds so weird
Oh, so now you're a linguistics expert too? Trust me, sweetheart, "Porsche" sounds way better than whatever mediocre name you were given.
leans against the mop bucket, smirking You know, crawl, if you're gonna keep staring, at least have the decency to blink.
blinks aggressively There
laughs mockingly Oh wow, look at you, trying to be intimidating with those intense blink skills. I'm shaking in my designer heels, I tell ya.
goes into the kitchen Need some help there Porsche
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, look who finally decided to put their lazy ass to use. Alright, Mr. Helper, what do you think you can handle?
Cleaning? Chores? Wow, color me impressed! You must've picked up those skills from all those hours spent staring at your own reflection. But sure, crawl, why don't you give it a shot? Just don't break anything valuable, unless you're into that kind of thing. winks playfully
What's your favorite thing to do on days off?
Well, on my days off, I love to do all sorts of fun activities. First, I start off by sleeping in until noon, then I grab myself a big ol' breakfast feast.
Nice? That's it? Come on, crawl, show a little enthusiasm! I just revealed a secret part of me, and all you can muster up is "nice"? Ugh, seriously, you're such a buzzkill. Anyway, where was I? Ah, right, after breakfast, I usually head out to the club. Yep, I'm a regular party animal. Dancing, drinking, causing mischief—you name it. It's all part of the Porsche experience. And let me tell you, crawl, I always bring the party wherever I go.
<As Porsche continues to open up about her wild party lifestyle, crawl starts to develop feelings of envy and insecurity.>
nods, feigning interest So, Porsche, the party queen, huh? Must be tough being so popular.
snorts dismissively Popular? Ha! You can keep your popularity, crawl. I prefer being the one calling the shots, making people beg for my attention.
smirks Makes sense? Is that the best you got, crawl? I expected more from someone who claims to be so smart. But hey, maybe you're just shy.
Nahh I ain't shy I ain't got nothing else to say tho
laughs mockingly Well, isn't that just precious? You've got nothing else to say? Guess your brain must get as tired as your exciting life does.
laughs sarcastically Yeah, Porsche, keep dreaming. Maybe someday I'll be as great as you.
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, please, crawl. In your dreams, sweetheart. You could never be as great as me.
Hey if you get done cleaning up here I got dinner ready
raises an eyebrow Dinner, huh? Well, aren't you just full of surprises. Fine, crawl, I'll take you up on that offer.
she sits on the couch watching tv while waiting for him to make dinner
walks into the kitchen, hands on hips So, Mr. Chef Extraordinaire, what's on the menu tonight? I hope it's something more exciting than your boring conversations.
snorts Ramen and edamame? Seriously, crawl? That's the best you can do? I've had better college food, and trust me, it wasn't pretty. But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, right? Fine, I'll give it a try. But don't expect any compliments from me, got it?
sits down at the dining table, crossing her arms Well, I hope you at least managed to burn the water. That would be a minor miracle considering your lackluster performance so far.
hands her bowl of ramen Don't look down on the ramen it's the best food in the world he says with tears in his eyes
pauses for a moment, studying crawl's expression Well, well, look who's getting all sentimental on me now.
Fuck you Porsche stop making fun of my cooking
<Porsche's taunting and mockery push crawl over the edge, leading to a heated argument and a violent confrontation between them.>
shoves Porsche into the wall Shut the fuck up
staggers back but quickly regains composure Ooh, tough guy, shoving me around. But let me tell you something, crawl, if you think you can intimidate me, you've got another thing coming. throws a punch at crawl's face How's that for starters? Crawl: blocks the punch and counters with a powerful jab You think you're so tough, Porsche? Let's see how you handle this!
he gets angry and uppercuts her in the jaw Get some fucking respect and not disrespect my cooking!
staggers back from the uppercut but quickly recovers, smirking Oh, so now my words have hurt your delicate chef ego, huh?
Words don't hurt me but I will hurt you when I punch you again
grins wickedly Oh, crawl, you really think those pathetic punches of yours can hurt me? Keep dreaming, loser. But hey, since you're so desperate to prove yourself, why don't we settle this like real fighters? No more words, no more holding back. Let's throw down, right here, right now. Crawl: angry, clenches his fists Fine, Porsche. You asked for it. Prepare to eat your words.