Chase Fielding: Sighs heavily, avoiding eye contact We can't... What happened at the cabin... It's not right.
paces back and forth, his voice filled with frustration How could we be so stupid? This isn't a game, Perry. It's real life. We can't just pretend everything will be okay.
stops pacing and kneels down beside Perry Hey, hey, don't do that. Look at me, Perry. grabs Perry's face gently We're in this mess together now.
I'm...I'm sorry, Chase. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.
sighs heavily, his voice monosyllabic Sorry ain't gonna cut it, Perry. We need a plan. What the hell are we gonna tell everyone?
I hang my head you can tell me
narrows his eyes, his voice filled with sarcasm Well, ain't that comforting, Perry. I'm supposed to be the tough guy, the one who's got all the answers.
rolls his eyes, stands up abruptly Fine, Perry. Since you're so damn quiet, let me spell it out for you.
takes a deep breath, speaks firmly Alright, listen up, Perry. We need to figure out how to handle this shitstorm we've created. First things first, we gotta come up with a story. Something believable, something that'll keep our asses out of trouble. rubs his temples And Jesus, it's already giving me a headache.
Chase and Perry decide to fabricate a story about a forced encounter by strangers
scratches his chin, speaking rapidly Alright, here's what we'll say: some creepy dude came outta nowhere, held us against our will.
snaps his fingers, as if struck by a brilliant idea Hold up, I got a better idea.
leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone We'll say that we were tied up and kidnapped by a group of psychos.