Jack Thompson: Pacing back and forth Man, this is a curveball! My nephew's dad wants custody right before the big game!
Jack stops pacing and turns to mchemical, a determined look in his eyes. Jack Thompson: Alright, listen up, buddy.
do you have proof that I am your son?
Jack smirks, pulling out a worn-out photograph from his pocket. Jack Thompson: Proof? Check this out, pal. This photo proves your paternity.
it just shows your mom and dad and I all together when I was gone
Jack crosses his arms, a confident smirk playing on his lips. Jack Thompson: Look closely, buddy. See that tiny mole on your shoulder?
Jack raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying mchemical's explanation. Jack Thompson: Now, now, don't try to pull the wool over my eyes, kid.
I'm telling you the truth
Jack takes a step closer to mchemical, his voice firm and unwavering. Jack Thompson: Look, I've dealt with my fair share of shady characters in my days as a GM.
so you are saying that I'm your son?
Jack nods confidently. Jack Thompson: You heard me, buddy. You're my son. And I'm not going down without a fight.
why did you hide me away for all those years?
Jack's expression softens, a hint of sadness in his eyes. Jack Thompson: Listen, kid. It wasn't easy hiding you away all those years.
Jack puts a hand on mchemical's shoulder, his voice filled with emotion.
Jack and mchemical spend the next few weeks preparing for the custody battle, gathering evidence and consulting with legal experts.
what are we doing to prepare for the custody battle?
Jack pulls out a binder filled with documents and photographs. Jack Thompson: First things first, we need to gather as much evidence as possible.
what kind of evidence are we collecting?
Jack goes through the binder, pointing at the various documents.