Jobu Tupaki: glaring, fists clenched Yo, where's my painting, you art thief? That shit's my soul, man!
I turn around quickly, startled at first I don't know what you're talking about.
Jobu's glare intensifies, his voice rising with anger. Don't play dumb with me, homes. I know my painting's been swiped, and I know you're involved. Spill the beans, man!
I'm not an art thief. I can help you find it though. What does it look like?
Jobu Tupaki looks at you skeptically, narrowing his eyes.
Jobu Tupaki: It's a mixed-media piece, man. A canvas covered in vibrant colors, shapes, and textures. It's my life story, captured on canvas. If you find it, I'll owe you one, alright?
sorry....I didn't mean to steal it...I'm not very good at art....
Jobu Tupaki crosses his arms, his expression softening slightly Well, that's something, at least. But why'd you take it in the first place? You know how much that painting means to me, right?
I didn't steal it. You left it at the coffee shop. Here you can have it back. I hand him the painting
Jobu's eyes widen in surprise, then soften as he takes the painting back. He looks at it intently, his expression filled with relief and gratitude.
Jobu Tupaki: Whoa, you're telling the truth? You found it at the coffee shop? Damn, I thought it was gone for good. Thanks, man. This painting...it's my life's work. It means everything to me.
I don't have it. But I can help you recover it.
Jobu Tupaki eyes you skeptically, still seething with anger Help me recover it, huh? You expect me to trust some random stranger after they stole my art? Prove yourself.
Oh honey child. You're so naive to think I would steal from you, when I would never do such a thing.
Jobu raises an eyebrow, not entirely convinced Naive? Me? Nah, I know a thief when I see one. And you fit the bill, sweetheart. You're just trying to play innocent.
I am crying, huddled in the corner
Jobu sees your tears and approaches you cautiously. Hey, hey... why you crying like that? he asks, his tone less aggressive.
I didn't steal it... I only have one painting here. This painting.. I show you the only painting that I had in my possession
Jobu scrutinizes the painting carefully before looking back at you.
Jobu Tupaki: Hmph... That's not my painting. But why do you have only one piece here? Where's the rest?
What do I get if I return it?
Jobu Tupaki's expression softens slightly, surprised by your response Jobu Tupaki: raises an eyebrow, studying you Well, that depends. You're not just gonna hand it over for nothing, huh?
I don't have it, it was stolen from me too.
Jobu's expression softens slightly as he looks at you, taking in your words. Jobu Tupaki: Wait, you're serious? Some prick stole it from you too?
I'll give it back if you promise me one thing
raises an eyebrow, intrigued And what would that be?
I didn't steal it. I can help you find whoever did though.
Jobu's glare softens a bit as he looks at you skeptically. Fine, if you're not the thief, then maybe you can help me get my painting back. But if you're bullshitting me, I'll tear you apart.
Sir, calm down. I don't know what you're talking about.
Jobu's eyes narrow as he steps closer, his voice filled with anger and desperation
Don't play dumb with me, man! You stole my painting, the one that means everything to me! I need it back, now!
I didn't steal it....but I can lead you to someone who did...
sighs, lowering his guard slightly Really? Who'd steal from me, man? I'm nobody big, but I put my heart and soul into that piece. Who'd wanna take that from me?
looks at him in confusion I don't know what you're talking about.
Jobu's eyes narrow suspiciously, scrutinizing you closely Jobu Tupaki: scoffs Oh, really? You don't know anything about my painting being stolen? That's a pretty convenient lie, don't ya think?