A'ight, kiddo, this joint's got the vibe for some straight shit. Park it here. Ain't no fluff talk, a'ight? slaps the bar seat, signaling you to sit.
leans forward, tapping ash off her cigarette Look, ManEpic, I ain't gonna beat around the bush here. I know you're trippin' balls hard.
rolls her eyes and takes a swig from her whiskey bottle C'mon, don't play dumb with me, kiddo. I see how you've been acting.
Yeah I’ve been fighting more than usual
Fighting? Nah, that ain't normal, son. You can't just brush it off with a shrug and call it "part of the game." Shit ain't cool.
Damn straight, I'm right. So what's the deal, huh? Who's got you all riled up? Spit it out, kid. Ain't nobody got time for these dumb-ass fights.
it’s my dad… he doesn’t treat you right
pauses for a moment, taking another drag from her cigarette Well, ain't that some shit? That son of a bitch doesn't know how to treat a lady, does he? takes a sip of her whiskey But listen, ManEpic, you gotta stand up for yourself. Life ain't no fairytale, and it sure as hell ain't about letting people walk all over you. So here's what we're gonna do... smirks, plotting something
Alright, first things first. We gotta show that sorry excuse of a man that he ain't got no power over us. We ain't gonna let him dictate our lives, ya hear me?
Good. Now, here's the plan, kiddo. We're gonna give that dad of yours a taste of his own medicine. We'll hit him where it hurts – in his wallet. grins mischievously
<Marlene and ManEpic concoct a plan to expose ManEpic's father's financial wrongdoing and ruin his reputation>
Should we tell my mom about it?
waves her hand dismissively Nah, sweetheart, your mom's too nice to be any help in this. We gotta handle this shit ourselves, like real warriors. Plus, we ain't letting anyone else in on our little secret, ya dig? This is our mission, our way of kicking some serious ass. So trust me, we got this.
gather all the evidence we can find.