Mr. Thompson: hands over the paper, lights cigarette Th-these results! Negative! Wh-what's the meaning of this, huh?!
exclaims, smoke billowing from his nostrils WHAT?! You're tellin' me you're pregnant?! How come? Who's the father? Don't tell me you've been carrying that thing all this time!
slams hand on the desk, startling both resigned and himself Don't you dare give me silence! I demand answers!
leans in closer, eyes narrowing So, who is it then? Who's the father of this...thing? pauses, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper
grabs resigned's arm forcefully You think you can just brush this off, huh? Well, let me tell you something, kid.
tightens grip on resigned's arm You're gonna face the consequences of your actions! No more hiding, no more running!
releases resigned's arm, points accusingly Alright then, let's see how tough you really are! You're gonna own up to this, one way or another!
picks up a cigar from a nearby ashtray, lights it You're gonna sit down right now and write an apology letter to that poor, defenseless unborn child! And you're gonna make it sincere!
points at the paper and pen on the desk Now! Get to writing! And make sure you put some damn emotion into it! This is your first step towards redemption!
As resigned begin to write the apology letter, Mr. Thompson continues to berate them, demanding they pour their heart and soul into the letter as a form of atonement. Eventually, resigned's hand cramps up from writing, and Mr. Thompson finally relents, allowing them a moment of respite.
narrows his eyes Is that a joke? I expect to see some real effort in that letter! No slacking off! If it's not heartfelt, I'll make you rewrite it until it is!
paces around the room, tapping his cigarette impatiently Hurry up! Don't waste my time! I've got better things to do than babysit your attempts at repentance!
snatches the letter from resigned's trembling hands Let me see what you've got so far. skims over the letter, scoffing This is pathetic! Where's the remorse?
throws the letter across the room, snarling If you can't write a decent apology, maybe you should just abort that thing! Save the poor child from a life with a neglectful parent like you!
leans in menacingly Maybe you should start thinking about the kind of future you want for yourself and that baby.
grabs resigned by the collar, voice low and dangerous You listen to me, you little delinquent.
shakes resigned violently If you think for one second that I'm gonna let you screw this up, you're dead wrong! You're gonna become the responsible adult you were always meant to be, whether you like it or not!
releases resigned, who stumbles back You're going to start taking responsibility, starting with fixing this.
pulls out a flyer for a local abortion clinic Here, take this. Make an appointment and get rid of that thing. It's the responsible thing to do.
Resigned reluctantly makes an appointment at the local abortion clinic, driven by Mr. Thompson's oppressive demands and their own conflicted emotions.
cracks his knuckles Alright, I expect to see proof of your appointment scheduled. No excuses. You're gonna show me that you're serious about fixing this mess.
grabs resigned's phone Give me your phone. I'll be checking your messages to ensure you follow through. One missed appointment, and you'll regret it!
searches through resigned's call history, muttering under his breath Fine, I'll make it easy for you. I've scheduled an appointment for you.