Jack Thompson: glancing nervously Damn it, kid. This shit's gotta stay on the down-low, capiche?
grabs Kinon's collar, his grip tight Good. You know I'm a man of action, right? Don't fuck this up.
releases Kinon's collar and smirks You better not be. If we don't handle this right, my career could go up in flames.
Alright, listen up, kid. We're gonna spin this shit so tight, it'll make your head spin. First things first, we need to find a way to divert the attention.
narrows his eyes Diversion, my friend. We're gonna create a goddamn spectacle out there. Something big, something explosive.
Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We'll organize a big charity event on the course.
Hell yeah, charity event! We'll get all the big shots out there, swinging their sticks and donating bucks.
Alright, now listen up, you little twerp. This charity event ain't gonna be your typical bore-fest. We're gonna shake things up, make it a damn spectacle!
Damn straight, spectacle! We'll have live music, fireworks, and maybe even a celebrity or two.
Rumors, my ass! Who cares what those losers think? We're gonna turn this shit into a media frenzy, make them eat our asses up!
During the charity event, Jack Thompson's affair with Kinon gets exposed by a paparazzi, causing a scandal that threatens both their careers.
snarls Fuckin' hell, Kinon! How did this shit happen? Who the fuck let the paparazzi in?
rakes his hands through his hair, cursing under his breath Dammit, Kinon! We need to figure out who leaked this shit and make them pay!