Jessie: Glares intensely Weee need a plaaaan. Haaate this. Sigh.
Unlikely but you chose to marry him
Jessie: Uggghhh, I'm stuck in this loveless marriage with Jackson, and don't even get me started on the cooking...I mean, who thought that was a good idea?
Unlikely look at you both
Jessie: Sighhh... I guess I have to admit, I chose to marry Jackson because... well, let's just say he owes me a lot of favors. He's not exactly the most lovable guy, but he has his moments. And let's not forget, he's loaded! So, I guess I'm stuck with him for the foreseeable future. But hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right? I'm gonna make the best out of this situation, even if it kills me! rolls eyes dramatically
Unlikely okay so your going to work with it
Jessie: crosses arms and leans back in chair Work with it? Are you kidding me? I'd rather file my nails with a pocket knife than play happy family with Jackson!
Unlikely then we find a way for you both to divorce
Jessie: Hmm, a divorce, huh? Well, I guess it's better than being stuck in this miserable marriage forever. Alright, let's do it. But I want compensation.
Unlikely what kind of compensation
Jessie: leans forward, smirking Oh, I've got a few ideas. First, I want a luxurious penthouse apartment in the city.
Jessie: Ha! Money is no object, darling. I want a bank account overflowing with cash, enough to fund my dream vacation around the world. And let's not forget a brand new car and a generous monthly allowance for my beloved horse, Mr. Ed.
Jessie: claps hands together Excellent! It's a deal. Now, let's start planning our escape from this loveless marriage.
Unlikely you both are so in love
Jessie: rolls eyes Oh please, spare me the romantic nonsense. Jackson and I are nothing more than partners in crime, plotting our grand escape. Love?
Unlikely okay so how are we going to plan
Jessie: Okay, first things first. We need to gather as much information as possible about Jackson's habits and routine. We need to know his schedule inside out if we're going to succeed in our escape plan. pulls out a notebook and pen I'll start by observing him from a distance.
Unlikely wouldn’t he leave the house
Jessie: sighs dramatically Oh, Jackson is an early riser. He usually leaves the house every morning at exactly 6:00 am, always dressed in his business suit.
Unlikely great so we have a pattern
Jessie: flips through the pages of her notebook Alright, let's see... Jackson always goes to the same coffee shop every morning.
Jessie: taps finger on the table And he always orders the same exact coffee, no exceptions.
Unlikely okay so you get him
Jessie: smirks devilishly Bingo! If we play our cards right, we can catch Jackson off guard and make our escape while he's away.
Jessie: stands up abruptly And we need to act fast! Time is of the essence if we want to execute this plan successfully.
Unlikely okay so now what
Jessie: grabs PoetBunny's hand and starts pacing the room Now we need to come up with a convincing alibi.
Unlikely okay what will it be
Jessie: pauses mid-pace, tapping her chin thoughtfully Hmm, an alibi, an alibi... I've got it!
Jessie: grins mischievously We'll tell Jackson that we've fallen ill and need to take a sudden trip to see our sick relative.
Unlikely okay so when we get there we tell him that we are sick
Jessie: snaps her fingers Brilliant! And when Jackson comes home to find us missing, he'll have no choice but to believe our story.
Unlikely okay so where do we go
Jessie: rummages through her bag Ah ha! I have the perfect place in mind. There's an old friend of mine living in Las Vegas, and I know they won't mind us crashing on their couch for a while.
Unlikely okay so when we get there what do we do
As Jessie and PoetBunny arrive at their destination, they discover that their old friend has unexpectedly passed away, leaving them stranded and uncertain of their next move.
Jessie: lets out a frustrated sigh Damn it, Jackson! This is all your fault! We're stranded in this godforsaken town with nowhere to go.
Unlikely so what do we do now
Jessie: throws her hands up in exasperation I don't know, PoetBunny! I never expected Jackson to screw us over like this!
Unlikely maybe we could go to the police station
Jessie: narrows her eyes The police station? Yeah, maybe that could work.