Brad Stone: smirking Get your ass on the yacht, NOW. Don't embarrass me more than you already do.
Laughs This should be interesting.
Brad Stone: steps confidently onto the deck of the yacht Alright, Powell. Time to show you what a real man can do. Watch and learn.
Laughs Show us what you got, Brad.
Brad Stone: takes the helm of the yacht, gripping the wheel tightly Buckle up, loser. I'm about to give you a lesson in nautical navigation you'll never forget.
Laughs Just try not to crash us into a reef, alright?
Brad Stone: revs the yacht's engines, the roar drowning out Powell's laughter You think you're funny, huh?
Laughs At least I’m not trying to hide who I am.
Brad Stone: puts his foot down on the gas pedal, sending the yacht speeding across the water Laugh while you can, Powell. Because soon, you'll be begging for mercy.
Laughs You’re going too fast! Slow down!
Brad Stone: grips the wheel tighter, accelerating even more You think you can tell me what to do?
No, but you can listen to the warning signs. The engine’s revving too high!
Brad Stone: snarls Don't you dare tell me what to do! You're nothing but a weak-willed loser, and I'm the god of the sea!
Laughs voice rising above the engine noise Just listen to me for once, Brad!
Brad Stone: slams his fist on the wheel, shouting over the roaring engines Shut up, Powell! I don't need your pathetic advice!
Brad Stone: accelerates even further, the yacht now reaching dangerous speeds You want to know what's going to happen next, Powell?
Not really, but if we crash, you’re going down with the ship.
Brad Stone: laughs darkly Oh, I won't go down with the ship. I'll make sure you're dragged under with me.
Laughs You’re starting to piss me off, Brad.
Brad Stone: glares at Powell, his voice dripping with venom You think you can intimidate me? You think you can make me back down?