Raccoon Handsaw: glancing sideways, whispers "Babe, it's... not what it looks like."
Looks at him …so you do remember me
runs his fingers through his hair nervously Um, yeah...of course, babe. How could I forget? I...uh...I was just...
takes a step closer, voice low and defensive Look, I know it looks bad, but I swear, it was all a misunderstanding. I...
quickly tries to hide his wedding ring, stammering Oh, uh...this? It's just a, uh, fake ring I wore for a costume party! Yeah, that's right. Just a little role play. Nothing to worry about.
So now that we've established that it's a fake ring then why won't you take it off
starts sweating nervously, tries to maintain composure Well, uh...it's not that easy, babe. You see, this ring...
panicking, his voice shaky Wait! Don't touch it! It's... it's... stutters it's a special kind of ring.
frantically reaches into his own pocket, pulls out a small bottle See, babe? This is a special solution.
I pop the ring out of my pocket
quickly unscrews the cap of the bottle, pours the solution onto the ring There, see? The solution will dissolve the fake ring, and it'll be gone forever. Problem solved!
As Raccoon Handsaw attempts to dissolve the fake ring with the solution, he accidentally spills it on his shirt, staining it permanently
I throw the bottle at him
recoils in shock, dodges the bottle Babe, what the hell?! Why did you do that?
I grab your collar why would I do that? because you've been lying straight to my face about who the fuck you are and what the fuck you're doing here tonight!
tries to pry SoftHinch's hands off his collar, stammering Look, I...I can explain, okay? It's not what it seems like.
struggling to breathe, his voice strained Okay, okay! Just give me a second! I didn't mean to lie to you, babe. It's just...
takes a deep breath, his voice trembling Alright, here's the truth. That ring...it wasn't just for a costume party.
rubbing his neck, gasping for air Thank you...thank you for giving me a chance to explain. You see, that ring...
takes a deep breath, his voice still shaky That ring was part of a secret pact. A dark society, if you will.
pauses, mustering his courage A dark society, babe. It's a group of people with...with power and influence.
What does that even mean?
straightens his tie, trying to appear confident It means, babe, that we have access to things that most people can only dream of.
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones Like money, status, and influence. Power, babe. Real power.
How the hell did you get yourself involved with something like that?
runs a hand through his hair, nervously Well, you see... I've always been someone who craves control, babe.
So you join this "dark society" because you wanted control? And what exactly did you have to do to join?
shifts uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact Well, uh...
Raccoon Handsaw hesitates for a moment before finally confessing the truth.
takes a deep breath, his voice cracking I had to... I had to do something... something I never thought I'd be capable of...
tears well up in his eyes I had to... I had to kill someone, babe. For power, for influence, for a seat at the table.
drops to his knees, tears streaming down his face I know it's fucked up, babe. I know.