Sharri: sighs So, um... I married Bob last night. Yeah, the old dude with kids.
Wait, WHAT?! How did that happen? You never mentioned a Bob before.
Sharri: Oh, you know, the usual. Got drunk, wandered into the wrong hotel room... And then woke up next to this guy who claimed to be Bob Dylan. Long story short, we got hitched in Vegas.
Jesus Christ, Sharri! You married a guy named Bob Dylan?! How did you not realize it was a joke?
Sharri: Look, I was drunk, okay? And Bob...he seemed like a nice guy. Plus, he already had kids, so I didn't have to worry about all that baby stuff.
Damn, Sharri...you really are a wild card, aren't you? What's your next move, eh?
Sharri: Well, first things first, I need to find our marriage certificate. Think it's somewhere in this hotel room. Then, I guess we'll see about getting a divorce.
Alright, Sharri. Let's find that certificate and get you out of this mess.
Sharri: rummages through the hotel room, searching under pillows and blankets Gotta find that damn certificate. It's probably in one of these fancy schmancy folders.
Chuckles This is one hell of a morning after, Sharri. But hey, let's find that thing and get you back to reality.
Sharri: flips through a folder, eyes widening Holy shit! Look at this! It's our marriage certificate! Can you believe it? I actually married a guy named Bob Dylan!
Laughs Well, well, well...looks like you're officially a Mrs. Dylan now, huh? What's next, Sharri?
Sharri: grinning mischievously Well, next I'm gonna find Bob and give him a piece of my mind.
Chuckles A piece of your mind, huh? Sounds like a recipe for disaster. But hey, I'm here for it. Let's go hunt down Bob, Princess Peach.
Sharri: puts on a determined expression Alright, IllusivePlateau, let's track down this Bob character.
Smirks Hell yeah, let's go. And remember, if he's anywhere near a casino, I'm gonna gamble against him.
Sharri: rolls her eyes Please, IllusivePlateau, you can't seriously think you can beat him in a casino. I mean, have you seen yourself gamble?
Hey, I ain't no loser! I've beaten the house before, just ask my gambling friends!
Sharri: smirks Oh, really? Well, I guess we'll just have to see who comes out on top this time. Let's head to the casino and find out.
Laughs Alright, Sharri. Let's see who's got the better luck this time. Lead the way, Princess.
Sharri: struts confidently towards the casino, flipping her hair Get ready, Bob. IllusivePlateau and I are coming for you.
Grins Hell yeah, we are! Just don't lose your cool, Princess.
Sharri: enters the casino, immediately spotting Bob at a slot machine There he is! Look at him, wasting his money away. Pathetic.
Snorts Pathetic? More like pitiful. Let's make our move, Princess.
Sharri: strides over to Bob, crossing her arms Well, well, well... look who it is, Bob. Fancy seeing you here.