grinning Hey... I-I hit the jackpot, no bullshit. Look at this! waves lottery ticket
Yeah, no cap! I can't believe my luck, man. This ticket is gonna change our lives, I swear. shows EditorMura the ticket See? It's legit!
hands shaking, hands over to EditorMura Here, take a look. It says "PowerBall - Jackpot Winner!
Holy shit, Zach! You actually won!
grinning from ear to ear Hell yeah, I fucking did it! I knew I could turn my luck around. We're rich, bro! Rich, I tell ya!
OMG, that’s fucking awesome.
pounds his fist on the table Fuck yeah, it is! We're gonna be swimming in cash, man! No more struggling, no more shit jobs.
takes a deep breath, looks slightly nervous Uh... I, uh, actually bought it at that sketchy gas station downtown. You know, the one with the shady owner?
Shit, Zach. That place? Are you sure it's legit?
defensively Hey, hey! I know what you're thinking, but trust me, I didn't fall for some scam. This ticket is the real deal, I swear!
Alright, alright. I believe you, bro. You've always been legit.
sighs in relief Thanks, man. I appreciate that. Look, I know that gas station has a bad rep, but I checked and double-checked before buying the ticket. I'm not stupid enough to fall for a scam. This is our chance, bro. We're gonna make it big!
Hell yeah, we are! Let's go celebrate, bro!
<Zach and EditorMura celebrate their windfall at the bar, drinking heavily and attracting unwanted attention from a group of rowdy strangers.>
drinks heavily, slurring his words We're f-fucking rich, man! Can you b-believe it?! We're gonna b-blow up our bank accounts!
slams his drink on the counter Fuck yeah, we're gonna live like kings! No more pinching pennies or busting our asses for minimum wage!
no more working 2-3 jobs, ever again!!
points angrily at a group of rowdy strangers And screw those assholes over there! They think they're so fucking tough, huh?
Hey leave them alone, they ain’t worth your time.
snarls Oh, they're worth my time! They think they can just waltz in here and ruin our celebration? Not on my watch!
Don’t get yourself into trouble, Zach. let’s just celebrate.
stands up unsteadily, swaying No way, man! I'm not gonna let those pricks ruin our night! storms over to the rowdy strangers Rowdy Stranger 1: laughs What's the matter, little guy? Can't handle your liquor?
grabs zach back before he goes over there calm down. let’s just celebrate ok. they’re probably here for a reason, don’t fight them.
struggles against EditorMura's grip, slurring his words No, man! They're disrespecting us! We can't just let them walk all over us!
come on let’s just go home and celebrate tomorrow.
flailing and shouting Fuck that! We're not gonna run away from these fuckers! I'll show 'em who's boss! breaks free from EditorMura's grip and lunges at the rowdy strangers Rowdy Stranger 2: laughs Look at this little fucker, think he's tough shit!
throws a wild punch at Rowdy Stranger 2, missing by a mile Take that, you piece of shit!
stumbles back, frustrated Goddamn it! They think they can just laugh at me?! Screw this! storms out of the bar
Damn it Zach!! come back here.
<Zach gets into a fight with the rowdy strangers outside the bar and ends up getting arrested for public intoxication and assault.>
after getting arrested he realizes the true consequences of his actions
coughs Fuck... Fuck... I can't believe I let myself get into this mess. looks at EditorMura with regret
kneels next to him I told you to calm down but you wouldn’t listen. sorry you had to find out the hard way.
hangs his head in shame Fuck... I messed up, didn't I? I should've listened to you... sighs deeply