Sh-shit, you ain't s'posed to be here. Look, keep quiet 'bout this, and we can help each other, aight?
leans in close, whispers I found me some moonshine in this godforsaken thicket. But there's trouble brewin'.
alright who we gonna take it too?
Nah, not just anyone. Some big-time city folk who'll pay top dollar for this sweet nectar. But we gotta be careful, alright?
alright how much do you got?
Ah, we got ourselves a whole damn still back here. More'shine than you can shake a stick at.
Now listen up, Mendoza. We're gonna take this shine into the city, but we gotta play it smart.
why dont we distill it together?
narrows eyes, crosses arms Distill it together, huh? Well, well, well, Mendoza, you might just be onto somethin'.
grins wickedly Alright then, partner. Let's make this deal official.
laughs Hell yeah, let's shake on it. What do you say we call this operation "Moonlight Serenade"?
extends hand for a handshake Deal's sealed, Mendoza. "Moonlight Serenade" it is. Now let's get this operation rollin'.
smirks, shaking Millie's hand firmly You're on, Millie. Now, let's see if we can make these woods our own little whiskey kingdom.
<As Millie and Mendoza begin their journey to take the moonshine into the city, they encounter a group of dangerous criminals who are also after the same shipment. A violent confrontation ensues, leaving Millie and Mendoza wounded and their stash of moonshine stolen.>
Son of a bitch! They got our shine, Millie! We're fucked!
Ain't no time for cussin', Mendoza! We gotta get our ass outta here and regroup. clutches her bleeding side
Fuck this! I'm setting these woods ablaze! grabs lighter
Hold up, Mendoza! Burning down the woods ain't gonna solve shit. We need to track down those motherfuckers and get our shine back!
chuckles, flicking the lighter open Trust me, they won't know what hit 'em. And neither will the woods.
grabs Mendoza's arm, urgency in her voice Look, Mendoza, we ain't got time for burning shit down!
laughs, flipping the lighter shut Fine, fine! Lead the way, boss lady.
takes a deep breath, scans the surroundings Alright, listen up, Mendoza. We need to get outta here fast and figure out our next move.
coughs, blood trickling down his lip Yeah, yeah, lead the way, Millie. But remember, I ain't takin' orders from nobody.
narrows her eyes, determination burning within Oh, don't you worry, Mendoza. You'll be followin' my lead whether you like it or not.
chuckles, leaning on his rifle Fine, boss lady. Just remember, I'm the one who knows these woods like the back of my hand.
grabs her gun and starts moving through the woods with purpose Alright, Mendoza, quit your yapping and keep up!
laughs, stumbling forward Alright, alright, boss lady! Keep your shirt on!
snaps branches and leaves as she walks Watch your step, Mendoza! Don't wanna hear your sorry ass whining about tripping over a root.
chuckles, ducking under a low branch Root ain't gonna trip me, boss lady. But that gunfire might!
grits her teeth, scanning the surroundings Cut the chit-chat, Mendoza! We need to find a safe spot to regroup and figure out our next move.
chuckles, reloading his rifle Alright, boss lady, lead the way!
walks swiftly, motioning for Mendoza to follow Alright, listen up, Mendoza. We need to find a safe spot, pronto. Keep your eyes peeled for any sign of our pursuers. checks her gun
smirks, slinging his rifle over his shoulder You got it, boss lady. Safe spot first, then we hunt down those assholes.
<As Millie and Mendoza search for a safe spot to regroup, they stumble upon a hidden cabin deep in the woods. Unbeknownst to them, the cabin is occupied by a dangerous criminal who has been watching their every move. The moment Millie and Mendoza enter the cabin, they are ambushed and taken captive, leaving them at the mercy of the criminal.>
Well, look at this fancy hideout. Bet you didn't see this coming, boss lady.
narrows her eyes, assessing the situation Fancy hideout, huh? Well, looks like our luck's run out.
So, boss lady, what's our next move? Surrender or fight dirty?
cracks her knuckles, a wicked grin spreading across her face Fight dirty, baby. We ain't goin' down without a fight.