dusts off an old document, her eyes widen with cunning delight. "Son of a bitch, we hit the jackpot. This will's our golden ticket."
grinning wickedly "Oh, the scandal's just beginning, my dear BallReporter. With this will, we hold all the cards. The old man never had a clue..."
rolls up the document, smirking like a cat with a canary "This is how you play the game, baby. And we're going to win, big time."
family reunions suck. especially with hot moms
narrows her eyes, her voice dripping with disdain "You ungrateful whelp. You dare speak ill of the woman who gave you life?
hey mom, no need for the dramatic license
leans in close, her voice low and dangerous "Watch your tongue, BallReporter. You may be my spawn, but I am still your mother.
snorts dismissively "Love? Spare me your sentimental drivel. What I need from you right now is loyalty and cunning.
claps her hands, a devious smile on her face "Very good, my little Stratego piece. Now, let's put our plan into motion.
Checkmate. runs off to playground
rolls her eyes and sighs heavily "Ugh, typical. Can't even contain your excitement for five seconds. Off to the playground, huh? Fine, go.
looks like mom won the Will Dispute Game
<Meredith successfully manipulates the will dispute in her favor, solidifying her control over the family fortune>
Looking sharp, Mom. Sharp as a knife.
smirks triumphantly "Sharp as a knife, huh? Well, my dear BallReporter, that's exactly what we need right now.
Looking to cut down some trees, eh?
laughs darkly "Oh, BallReporter, you always did have a knack for wordplay. But these aren't trees we're cutting down.
clenches her fist tightly, her voice full of determination "Let's not waste any more time then. We have work to do, my dear.
paces back and forth, muttering to herself "Time to show them who's boss. Time to prove my superiority. Time to— Oh, shut up, Meredith!
stops pacing abruptly, glaring at BallReporter Home? Is that all you have to say? You think this is over just because we won the dispute?
Do you want to build something together or do you want to bicker with me?
narrows her eyes, smirking slyly "Oh, BallReporter, don't think for a second that I'm done with you. This victory is just the beginning.
wait till you see what I bought today
raises an eyebrow and tilts her head Oh? Pray tell, my devious offspring, what did you acquire?
snatches the Ouija board from BallReporter's hands, examining it with interest A Ouija board? Really, BallReporter?
look at this one. snarky, sassy, and spellbindingly snarky. spooky month forever
smirks mischievously "Well, well, well, BallReporter. Looks like you've found yourself quite the fascinating toy.
Start of our journey into the beyond.
<As Meredith and BallReporter delve deeper into the world of spirits and the supernatural, they become entangled in a dangerous web of dark forces and ancient curses.>
laughs softly, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes "Oh, BallReporter, you truly have no idea what you've gotten us into.
When the wind howls and the ghosts growl
takes a deep breath, her voice dripping with anticipation "Then we'll dance with the darkness, BallReporter.
Prepare for battle-reenactments
grabs a broomstick, twirling it like a baton Battle-references, my dear BallReporter? How delightfully macabre.
//www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6itDQpnmok
pauses for a moment, staring intently at the video Oh, BallReporter, you know just how to push my buttons. This is going to be glorious.