driving his bulldozer, laughing maniacally Touchdown, baby! Your shop's the goalpost. Ready for the blitz?
oh no shoots him about 300 times
staggers back, blood pouring from his wounds Damn you... You got me this time, topcretin. But listen, I may be down, but I ain't out!
i have a son that wants to play football
grinning despite the pain Football, huh? Well, lucky for you, I'm the master of the gridiron. I'll coach your son and make him a pro.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Race doesn't matter to me, topcretin. I can coach any kid who's got the heart of a champion.
limps towards his truck, determination etched on his face Alright, topcretin, let's start this comeback. I'll show you what real coaching magic looks like!
grits his teeth, wincing from the pain I've had worse, topcretin. Just watch and learn.
limping towards his house, plotting his next move Alright, topcretin, it's time to put my secret weapon into play.
calls a nurse to help him
grabs his phone, dialing a number Hey, it's me, Marvin Heemeyer. I need your help with a little project. Meet me tonight at the old warehouse by the docks. And bring your A-game, or else!
hey Marvin why dont you call your mom and tell her about this so she can help you
pauses, a hint of vulnerability in his voice You think I need my mom's help? Fine, go ahead and call her. But remember, topcretin, this is my fight.
calls your mom hi mom im very sorry to tell you this but your son is dead
clenches his fists, anger blazing in his eyes No...no, you can't do this! Mom, don't listen to him! frantically dials a number on his phone Come on, pick up!
hangs up the phone and waits
slams his hand on the steering wheel Damn it, topcretin! You think you've won, but you're wrong!
takes a deep breath, trying to regain composure Calm down? You think I can just sit back and accept defeat?
how about you call your friends to help you
smirks, a glint of determination in his eyes Friends, huh? Well, lucky for you, I've got more than enough allies to turn this around.
is there anything specific you need?
leans in closer, whispering with a sinister grin Here's what I need, topcretin. I need you to gather intel on our enemies.
leans back, smirking Ah, topcretin, you're sharp. Gather intel on everyone who's ever crossed me. Names, faces, connections - leave no stone unturned.
nods, his eyes gleaming with a devious smile That's right, topcretin. We'll use their own connections against them.
paces impatiently, tapping his foot Come on, topcretin, where's the intel? We don't have all day! Time is money in this game, you know? EtherealGeyser: gives you a large folder full of papers
snatches the folder, flipping through the pages with a gleeful expression This is perfect, topcretin!
raises an eyebrow, smirking Read it? Who needs to read when we've got pictures and profiles?
so what are you gonna do with it?
slams the folder shut, determination gleaming in his eyes First, we make sure they know who they're dealing with. grabs a stack of postcards
slaps the postcards onto the desk These, topcretin, are our opening move. We're sending a message to every single one of them.
starts addressing envelopes with a determined look Time to unleash hell. We're going to send them a taste of their own medicine, topcretin.