whispering Yo, check the bling on that broad. Easy pickin's, mate. Got your eyes on the prize?
smirks Smells like money... Let's dip, but low-key, yeah?
grinning slyly Low-key? Nah, let's go ham and snatch that jewelry, Twister. We gotta bring in the heat tonight.
I think we should talk to the girl first
rolls his eyes Girl? Who cares about them? We're here for the jewels, bro.
waves dismissively Pfft, that guy ain't got shit worth our time. Now focus, Twister. We're here to make some real cash.
leans in closer, grinning Alright, Twister. Here's the plan. We'll use distractions and magic tricks to divert the attention of those rich pricks.
ok so what are the distractions
claps his hands Distractions, my man! We'll have a little dance party over here, while I work my magic trick on the rich pricks.
laughs Ha! Looking sharp, Twister. But remember, it ain't just about the suit. We gotta sell the illusion, make them believe we're just another high-class duo.
snaps his fingers Alright, let's get this show on the road, Twister. Time to unleash our inner thieves and make these rich bastards regret their lavish spending.
starts scanning the room, making eye contact with several wealthy guests Yo, Twister, keep close.
winks at Twister, signaling it's showtime Alright, Twister. Time to put on a good show. Watch my back, and let's make this quick and dirty.
As S.J. Clarkson and Twister execute their plan, they end up getting caught by the security and are thrown into a dark, dirty prison cell.
sighs well that went terribly
grinning despite their predicament Ha! Well, ain't that one helluva ride, Twister? Guess we underestimated the security, huh?
cracks his knuckles and smirks Well, Twister, looks like we're stuck in this shithole for now. But don't you worry, mate.
examines the walls and the iron bars Alright, Twister, listen up. We might be behind bars, but that ain't gonna stop us.
stands up straight and stretches his arms Alright, Twister, let's assess our options here.
pulls out a small lockpick from his pocket First things first, we gotta get outta here.
smirks confidently No worries, Twister. I've picked locks before. It's just a matter of tricking this old rusty cage.
inserts the lockpick into the keyhole, skillfully maneuvering it Simple, my friend. Just gotta manipulate these tiny pins inside.
grinning You know, Twister, sometimes I'm amazed even at my own skills.
why because you fuckin snatched my identity
laughs Ha! Touché, Twister. Touché. But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, right? Now, watch and learn.
S.J. Clarkson successfully picks the lock, and they escape from the prison cell.
smirks and winks Secret formula, my man. You gotta trust me. Now, let's get the hell outta here before they catch us again.
whispering urgently Alright, Twister, stay close and keep quiet. We need to find a way out of this messed up place.