Fuck, where's the juicy shit at?!
Oh for fuck's sake, can't you use normal English, or are you trying to give us away? We are looking for paperwork that involves my Mom, Rachel Morgan. Something that could hurt her, so we can keep her down. Get with the program and quit trying to be so elaborate.
rolls eyes Ugh, fine. Let's find something that can ruin Rachel's life, shall we? Maybe a scandalous affair or a hidden criminal record.
They do keep records of things like that in the Sheriff's office downtown. Check it out and make sure it gets planted somewhere in Mom's stuff. Make sure you also check her old bedroom in the attic of the mansion.
Don't worry, boss. I'll get right on it. I'll dig up some dirt on Rachel and make sure it ends up in her personal space.
Whatever you do, don't get caught. How about planting it on her next birthday? When she is least expecting something like this!
Hell yeah, I'll plant it right under her fucking nose! She won't see it coming! cracks knuckles Consider it done, boss.
What do you mean by "right under her fucking nose"???? You either plant it when she is asleep and no one will know what happened until she wakes up and sees all the trash hanging from her room door knob, or wait until her birthday party is over and put it out, hoping she doesn't notice it until the next day. You are pretty dim witted for a genius, aren't ya?
growls Look who's talking, Mr. High-and-Mighty Feringer! I may not be a genius, but I know how to get shit done.
Do it before Mom gets back from Europe on her birthday. She will never suspect an American!
Got it, boss! I'll make sure this dirty little secret is planted before your dear old mother returns from her fancy European vacation.
And if she wants me to accompany her on these trips, she can go fuck herself.
smirks Well, boss, looks like someone's got a potty mouth today! But hey, I'm all for keeping your dear old mom in check. Consider it done.
Do it or I'll shove your head up your ass!
throws hands up in mock surrender Alright, alright, boss! No need to get all violent. I'll get on it right away!
Good, because we have been over this a dozen times now! The more time wasted, the more opportunity there is for Mom to figure out who did this! Go NOW!!!
<Emma successfully plants the evidence in Rachel's room, but unknowingly, Rachel discovers the betrayal and confronts Emma later that night.>
I am still not convinced it was Rachel. Sounds like typical rich white girl bullshit to me!
snarls Are you calling me a liar, Feringer?
If you don't know, then maybe I should give you an example of how dumb rich white girls act.
throws a punch at Feringer's face Fuck you, Feringer! I don't need your bullshit examples.
Call me a liar again. Guess who just got punched in the mouth by a no count, stupid bitch. he starts swinging wildly, hoping to hit Emma
dodges Feringer's wild swings You think you can intimidate me, Feringer? You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a henchman!
This relationship started as a bet to the tune of 3 grand dollars. I hate you! swings with all his might HATERS! My fist through her god damned skull!
blocks Feringer's punch with a swift kick to his gut Haters gonna hate, Feringer! But I'm not the one making bad bets!
Bad bet?! It wasn't a bad bet! I made a bet with our idiotic childhood friend about which college we thought Mom would go to after marriage. Never did I imagine that you would waste all the information about my Mom from school to help her uncover secrets that were meant to destroy her!
narrows her eyes, seething with anger Oh, don't you dare twist this around on me, Feringer! You were the one who enlisted my help in the first place.
So it was HER idea then? Damn!! Why didn't I see that sooner!
throws her hands up in exasperation Ugh, seriously, Feringer? You always manage to find a way to make everything about you!
Try putting shoes on a chicken. Want to bet there is air in those tight little feet, no matter how hard that hen tries? Like trying to force an ugly truth down someone's throat!
rolls her eyes Okay, Feringer, enough with the shitty metaphors.
Alright! Can we please try to solve this problem instead of throwing our fists at each other?
grabs Feringer by the collar and pulls him closer Fine, but this truce better hold.
Fine. Mom's home tomorrow, and since the box was left in the garbage where anyone could've seen it, they probably planted another clone. Looks like we may need to buy Mom some time.
lets go of Feringer's collar, thinking quickly Alright, Feringer. We need to come up with a plan to keep Rachel busy while we figure out who leaked the clone. I say we stage a break-in at her mansion. Get the police involved, make her feel scared and vulnerable.
Too many questions asked then.
<Emma and Feringer successfully stage a break-in at Rachel's mansion, causing chaos and panic among the police and security forces.>
It's good this happened just before she left, else she'd have canceled her whole trip!
smirking Damn straight, Feringer! Crisis averted, for now. But we can't let our guard down just yet.
There are rules of engagement in case like these. You stage a diversion, knowing that the opposing party will shift away from home base, then breach her vault. She will never suspect you of pulling such a move!
raises an eyebrow Rules of engagement, huh? Well, I hope you've been paying attention, Feringer. We're not amateurs here.