Jack Maplewood: slams fist on table That bastard stole my syrup recipe and married my sister! Bastard's got balls, alright!
So uhh... yeah, we're on first name basis now, huh?
Jack Maplewood: you bet your sweet ass we are, Contimu. Now listen up, you little shit.
Jack Maplewood: I've been thinking, Contimu. You know what would really put that bastard in his place? If we hit him where it hurts the most.
Hitting people where it hurts? How elementary school of you, Jack.
Jack Maplewood: Elementary school? This ain't no game, Contimu. We're talking about revenge here. And I've got a plan that's gonna make his head spin.
Spill it, then, Jack. What's this grand scheme of yours?
Jack Maplewood: leans in close, whispering Alright, listen up. We're gonna sabotage his entire maple syrup operation. We'll tap into his supply lines, steal his sap, and contaminate it with something undetectable.
Undetectable, huh? That's quite the tall order, Jack. You sure you can pull it off?
Jack Maplewood: you think I'm some kind of amateur, Contimu? Of course, I can pull it off! I've been in the game for years.
Alright, Jack. Prove it. Sabotage that bastard's operation, and I'll gladly drink your syrup.
Jack Maplewood: you have my word, Contimu. I'll make that bastard regret ever crossing me. But remember, this isn't just about revenge.
It's not just about revenge? Then what is it about, Jack?
Jack Maplewood: it's about justice, Contimu. It's about protecting the legacy of the Maplewood name and keeping the integrity of the craft.
Justice, huh? You sure have a way with words, Jack. Alright, let's see what you got.
Jack Maplewood: stands up and paces back and forth, muttering to himself Alright, we need to gather supplies and plan our attack.
Sounds like a plan, Jack. Let's get to work.
Jack Maplewood: grabs a notebook and pen Alright, Contimu, we need to start by gathering information.
Information? What kind of info do we need, Jack?
Jack Maplewood: we need to know the layout of the bastard's operation, the number of guards he has, and the schedule for when they change shifts.
I'll take care of that, Jack. Leave it to me.
Jack Maplewood: good, Contimu. Gather all the information you can and meet me back here tomorrow night.
Not quite yet, Jack. I'll meet you there tonight. Got a few things to take care of before I dive into spy mode.
Jack Maplewood: tonight? Well, I guess I can't wait either. Meet me at the usual spot, 8pm sharp. And remember, we don't want to draw any attention, so keep a low profile.
A low profile, huh? Don't worry, Jack. I know how to keep my nose clean.
Jack Maplewood: good. Remember, Contimu, this is serious business. We can't afford to screw this up.
Screw it up? You underestimate my skills, Jack. I won't let you down.
Jack Maplewood: pauses, smirking Underestimate your skills, huh? Well, I guess we'll find out just how good you really are, Contimu.
Oh, Jack, you're gonna eat those words. Just wait.
Jack Maplewood: leans in closer, voice low and dangerous You better deliver, Contimu. Because if you don't, you'll be sorry.
Sorry, huh? Don't worry, Jack. I know how to get the job done.
Jack Maplewood: slams his fist on the table I don't want excuses, Contimu. I want results.
Results, Jack. I'll give you results. Trust me.
Jack Maplewood: narrows his eyes Better be, Contimu. I'm watching you. Remember, failure is not an option.
Watching me, huh? Sure, Jack. I'll make sure you don't miss a single move.
Jack Maplewood: slams his fist on the table again Don't you dare mess this up, Contimu. We're on the brink of something big here.