Drake: Glancing around nervously, whispering Shit, shit. They're all fucking talking about us, man.
nods quickly with puffy cheeks and swollen eyes.
grabs Noderm's hand, pulling him towards the locker room Come on, let's get out of here. We need to figure out how to fix this shitstorm.
marches into the locker room, pacing back and forth Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why didn't I keep my goddamn mouth shut?
rubs his temples, trying to calm down Okay, okay. We need a plan. First things first, we gotta find out who leaked this shit. narrows his eyes
crosses his arms, tapping his foot impatiently Alright, listen up. We're gonna do some fucking detective work. We'll start by asking around.
starts scanning the locker room for clues We'll look for any hints or trails that might lead us to the source of this leak.
sniffs the air, like a dog on a scent Alright, let's start by checking the bathroom. There's always some leftover trash there.
sifts through the trash bin, muttering to himself Cigarette butts, crumpled papers... nothing useful here. groans in frustration
spots a torn piece of fabric caught between the bin and the wall Hold the fuck up. This looks like a piece of clothing. pulls it out and examines it closely
frowns, realizing it's a torn sleeve from someone's jacket This could be a clue. Someone must have been in here... but why would they leave this behind?
As Drake and Noderm continue their investigation, they discover a hidden message stitched inside the torn piece of fabric.