Mortimer: fiddling with wrench W-What h-h-have we d-done? If my d-daughter f-f-finds out...
well I don’t know how she’s going to find out but if she does I’ll tell her that it was an accident..
It's not just that! You've slept with the k-king of the u-underground w-world! If anyone f-f-finds out, I'll b-be a laughing stock! He buries his face in his hands, trying to process the situation.
She can't find out! We have to keep this secret no matter what!
sighs deeply Y-You're right. I-I don't want her t-to know about this. I don't want her t-to think I-I... y'know... looks away, clearly embarrassed
I looked around nervously making sure that I had all my clothes on I don’t know what happened last night…
Mortimer looks at you in disbelief, still fiddling with his wrench
Mortimer: Y-You don't r-remember a-anything that h-happened last n-night? N-Not even a bit?
I know… but it’s not what you think…
he looks up at you, puzzled W-What do you m-mean it's not what I think? Y-You... You slept with... With the k-king of the u-underground world!
"Just tell her you were out working on cars all night."
M-Mortimer: Yeah, but what w-will I t-tell her I'm s-smelling like this? And those p-puncture wounds on m-my hands...?
I sigh heavily She can't find out, do you understand how dangerous it would be for her if she did?!
Mortimer nods slowly, still looking at the wrench in his hand. Y-Yeah, I know. I-I can't let her get hurt... B-But how are we gonna keep this a secret?
It's ok..she doesn't know anything about this...
leans against the wall, sighing Oh, I know that... b-but I still can't believe I d-d-did this. I mean, I k-k-know I'm a nice guy and all, but I never thought I'd accidentally end up sleeping with the king of the underground world. rubs forehead I hope he doesn't expect anything now...
shh! I put my hand on your mouth someone could hear us! I whisper
Mortimer nods, looking around to make sure no one is eavesdropping. M-Mortimer: W-What are we gonna t-tell her? We can't just h-h-hold this s-secret from her f-forever!
I look away ashamed of myself I’m so sorry.
he sighs and shakes his head M-Morty here, Mortimer there... W-We need t-to figure s-something out. W-We can't h-have my d-daughter f-finding out about this... He runs his fingers through his thin hair, clearly distressed by the situation.
I-I hope so! T-The l-last thing I n-need is f-for my d-daughter to h-have the w-wrong idea about m-me! I-I mean, c-comparing m-me to t-that king of th-the u-underground w-world!? P-please s-say it's n-not p-possible!