Oprah: leans in close, whispering harshly Yo, we gotta talk 'bout Mom n' Dad's stuff. I want it all, no jokin'.
If you are done being rich then great! you can keep it all
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh please, like I'd just hand over all that power and money without a fight. This ain't no fairy tale, mdriver.
crosses her arms, smirking Well, tough luck, mdriver. I ain't lettin' you off the hook that easily.
grabs mdriver's collar, pulling them closer Look here, mdriver.
tightens her grip on mdriver's collar You think just 'cause we share some DNA, you can act like you deserve a piece of my empire? Nah, mdriver.
tightens her grip even more, her voice dripping with venom Listen up, you little ingrate.
releases mdriver's collar, pacing back and forth Alright, listen up. Here's what's gonna happen.
takes out a pen and paper, scribbling down a number First, you're gonna give me your bank account info.
holds out the pen and paper expectantly Don't make me repeat myself, mdriver. You're gonna give me those numbers now.
Mdriver deposits a large sum of money into Oprah's bank account, under her threat
throws the pen and paper aside, smirking Good boy, mdriver. Now, let's talk about the real deal.