Jason: fidgeting with his ring Dude, shit hit the fan... she caught me, man. Caught me cheating. Need your help, bro.
I'm surprised you have his saved. Did you ever venture into dating apps, Jason?
laughs Dating apps? Nah, bro, I ain't got time for that shit. I've got groupies lined up around the block for a night with yours truly. Why settle for some app when I can have the real deal, am I right?
Good point. Save the apps for the D-list list of friends.
snaps his fingers Alright, Nywordio, step three! We gotta make sure we secure our story, put up a smokescreen, you feel me?
A smokescreen? What kind of smokescreen?
As Jason and TigerLullaby execute their plan, they find themselves entangled in a deeper conspiracy.
What the hell is going on? How did you get caught?
rubs his temples, sighing heavily Man, it's a long story, bro. But let me break it down for you. So, remember when I told you about that party?
Yeah, I remember. Party at some guy's house.
leans in closer Alright, here's the thing. That party wasn't just any party, bro. It was a trap, set up by someone who wanted to catch me red-handed.
A trap? You mean, someone wanted you to cheat?
nods, looking around cautiously You heard me, bro. Someone wanted to ruin my rep.
Who would want to ruin your reputation?
leans back, crossing his arms That's what we gotta figure out, bro. But right now, we need to focus on getting out of this mess.
Right, right. So what's next?
slams his fist on the table, determined Next, we need to find out who set us up. We need to follow the money trail, dig up dirt on everyone involved.
Dig up dirt? You mean hire a private investigator?
Hell yeah, bro! We're gonna bring in the pros to expose these fuckers. But first, we need to clean up our tracks, make sure there's no evidence left behind.
Cleaning up our tracks? What do you mean?
stands up, pacing back and forth We gotta destroy any evidence that could lead back to us, bro.
Evidence? What kind of evidence are we talking about here?
grabs TigerLullaby's shoulders, eyes intense Listen up, Nywordio! We gotta be methodical about this, leave no loose ends.
Okay, okay. I get it. No loose ends. What's our first target?
pulls out a notebook, flipping through the pages First, we gotta take care of those incriminating photos.
The photos? Where are they?
narrows his eyes, leaning in closer Bro, those photos are floating around out there, waiting to be used against us. We gotta get them, erase them, make them disappear!
Erase them? You mean, like delete them?
slams his hand on the table No, bro! I mean literally erase those motherfuckers! We gotta go old school on this, like with a razor blade and a roll of film!
With a razor blade? Are you serious?
grins, revealing a hidden switchblade Dead serious, bro. We gotta be relentless, leave no trace behind. Watch and learn!