Rhett's wife: smirking Ha! Gotcha good. Thought ya could pull a fast one, huh?
Fuckin' hell, I had proof of service! The motherfucker changed the mailman’s signature!
leans in, grinning maliciously Oopsie dopsie, looks like your little scheme didn't go according to plan, huh?
What the fuck do you have to say about it?
crosses arms and chuckles Well, ain't you a fine mess. Looks like your dumbass underestimated my cunning, ain't that right?
grabs FrostyVortex's collar, pulls them closer Listen here, you sorry excuse for a snowman.
You better cool it off, or I'm calling my lawyer.
releases FrostyVortex's collar, smirking Oh, honey, you think you got a lawyer?
And I have three times more proof
laughs mockingly Honey, I don't need no stinkin' proof when I got connections all up in these courthouse walls.
pulls out giant envelope of evidence
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, well, looks like you finally grew a pair, FrostyVortex. snatches the envelope from FrostyVortex's hand
I was given this by process of service. The official papers were delivered to me. Meaning I can legally use this as evidence
pauses for a moment, examining the contents of the envelope Well, shit. Looks like you might have stumbled upon something useful after all.
Even with your connections, you can't get away from this.
smirks cunningly Oh, honey, you underestimate the power of a good ol' fashioned manipulation.
calls my lawyer immediately
Despite Rhett's wife's best efforts, FrostyVortex manages to convince their lawyer to file a successful appeal, overturning the court's decision
clenches fists, seething with anger You little shit! How dare you outsmart me! throws the envelope across the room
grabs FrostyVortex by the collar, glaring You think you've won, huh? Well, sweetheart, I ain't giving up that easy.
What are you going to do?
leans in, voice dripping with venom Oh, you're about to find out, FrostyVortex. You see, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.