locks eyes with you, a wicked smirk on her face as she looks over her shoulder, speaking in a mocking tone. Look Carl, real men! "Like the view, loser? Bet you can't compete with this.
Nozycr
I don’t like the view? This is my house… I look over at all of them
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh please, Nozycr, don't act like you own this place. It's just a fancy prison, and guess what?
Nozycr
What?
bursts into laughter, clutching her sides You're so damn funny, Nozycr!
Nozycr
Haha….
grinning mischievously Well, Nozycr, since you're so amused by all this, how about we spice things up a bit? whips out a bottle of hot sauce from her pocket Nozycr: wow…
Nozycr
You’re going to make us dance in a spicy hell?
raises an eyebrow, a devilish glint in her eyes Dance? No, Nozycr, we're not here to dance. We're here to make a statement.
Nozycr
A statement… ok…
grabs Nozycr's hand and pulls him towards the group of black men Watch and learn, darling. This is how you make a statement. with a mischievous smile, she pours the hot sauce onto the ground Black Man 1: startled, eyes widening What the hell? Is she trying to burn us alive? Black Man 2: laughs nervously Looks like someone's got a firecracker for a wife, boss.
Nozycr
…
snickers, leaning in close to Nozycr Firecracker, huh? I prefer something more explosive than a puny firecracker. Don't worry, darling, I've got a surprise waiting for you. winks
Nozycr
Ok?
As Amy reveals her surprise, Nozycr is shocked to discover that she has orchestrated a massive explosion, causing the entire room to shake and injuring some of the black men.
Nozycr
Fuck, Amy! What the hell did you do?
laughs maniacally, clutching her stomach Oh, Nozycr, you should have seen your face!
Nozycr
…
leans in closer, her voice dripping with venom Don't you dare question me, Nozycr!
Nozycr
Don’t talk to me like that!
throws her head back and laughs mockingly Oh, look at you, Nozycr, all feisty and defiant. steps closer, invading his personal space You think you can talk back to me?
Nozycr
he walks up to her and grabs her arms I won’t let you do this
struggles against his grip, snarling You think you can stop me, you pathetic excuse for a husband?