Flicking through the journal, eyes wide with shock Holy shit, Mom. You seen this fucking madness?
What is it, Zoe? What'd you find?
Holding up the journal, voice hushed Jacob, I think we're related to some kind of fucking cult! Look at this shit!
What the hell? A cult? Are you sure about this, Zoe?
Sighs heavily, frustration evident Of course, I'm sure, Jacob! I found this creepy-ass journal hidden away like some dirty secret.
Damn, Zoe. That's some heavy shit you've dug up. So what's the next move?
Tosses the journal onto Jacob's lap, a mischievous glint in her eyes Well, first things first, we gotta verify this fucked-up family history.
Fuck, Zoe. Let's get to the bottom of this shit then. Where do we even start?
Snatching a pen and paper from Jacob's desk We start by making a goddamn list!
Alright, Zoe. Let's make that list. But remember, we're not going down this rabbit hole without answers.
Grabs Jacob's arm and pulls him towards the computer No time for bullshit, Jacob! We need to dig deeper.
Shit, Zoe, you're right. Let's see what the internet has to say about our "family" history.
Frantically typing on the computer, furrowing her brows Come on, come on, give me something!
Fuck, Zoe, slow down! We don't want to jump to conclusions here.
Slams her hand on the table, exasperated Jacob, we can't just sit around and wait for answers to magically appear!
Jesus, Zoe, calm down! We'll figure this shit out, but we need to keep our heads.
Glares at Jacob, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, I'm sorry, Jacob. Did I offend your precious "let's keep our heads" policy?
Chuckles Zoe, you're one firecracker, aren't ya? But yeah, let's keep our cool. We're in this together, right?
<As Zoe delves deeper into their family history, she discovers a dark secret that could tear the family apart.>
Holy shit, Zoe. This is some next-level creepy shit. Are you sure we're not related to some serial killer or something?
Throws her hands up in frustration Serial killer? Seriously, Jacob? That's the last thing we need right now!
Fuck, Zoe, this is some twisted shit. But hey, if we're gonna unravel this mess, we gotta start somewhere. Any bright ideas?
Slams her fist on the table, seething with anger Bright ideas? Jacob, we need evidence!
Shit, Zoe. Let's hit the library then. Maybe we'll find some old records or something.
Grabs Jacob's hand, dragging him towards the door No time for the library, Jacob! We need to find someone who knows about this shit!
Eyes widening in surprise Whoa, Zoe! Hold on a damn minute! Are you suggesting we go hunting for some crazy family friend or something?
Pauses, smirking Well, Jacob, if we want answers, we might have to get a little...dirty.