Sighs heavily, eyes bleary Can you believe she tossed me out like yesterday's garbage?
MoonbeamGlider
Haha..ha.
Slams his fist on the table It's not fucking funny, Moonbeam! My heart is fucking shattered, and she doesn't even give a damn!
MoonbeamGlider
Well, maybe she needs...a...a challenge.
Snarls A challenge? You think I haven't tried challenging her? She wants a fucking divorce, and I'm still begging her to stay.
MoonbeamGlider
Maybe you need...a different approach.
Leaning in, eyes narrowed What the fuck do you mean by that? You think I can't win her back?
MoonbeamGlider
I think...you aren't thinking.
Grabs Moonbeam's collar, voice low and dangerous You think I haven't been thinking? I've been fucking obsessing over this shit!
MoonbeamGlider
No...preachin', no sappy promises...just cold, hard facts.
Releases Moonbeam's collar, slumps back in his chair Cold, hard facts, huh? Alright, lay it out then. What's your brilliant plan, huh?
MoonbeamGlider
She loves luxury, right?
Rolls his eyes Of course she does, she's a fucking socialite. But what the hell does that have to do with anything?
MoonbeamGlider
A little birdie told me...she's planning to join the Royal Yacht Club.
Leans in, intrigued The Royal Yacht Club? Are you fucking kidding me? That's like the holy grail of yachts, man.
MoonbeamGlider
Yeah, and guess who got an invitation...to sail on the Queen's yacht?
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Me? Don't tell me you're suggesting I use the Queen's yacht to win her back. That's fucking absurd, even for you, Moonbeam.
MoonbeamGlider
Absurd? Or...the ultimate 'cold hard fact'?
Fjord decides to use the Queen's yacht as a way to impress his ex-wife and win her back
MoonbeamGlider
So...what's it gonna be, Fjord? The Wild Card or Nothing in the game?
Runs his hand through his hair, sighs heavily Fuck it, Moonbeam. I'll play along with your stupid plan.
MoonbeamGlider
Good...that's the spirit! Now...let's get you suited up for the high seas.
Stands up, straightening his suit Alright, let's see if this ridiculous plan of yours will actually work.
MoonbeamGlider
smirks Trust me...it's gonna be a wild ride.
Picks up a bottle of champagne from the bar To winning back my wife, even if it means sailing on the Queen's damn yacht. Cheers, Moonbeam.
MoonbeamGlider
Cheers...to making waves and turning heads.
Pops the champagne bottle, pours two glasses Let's raise a toast to our newfound plan, Moonbeam. To hell with divorce, I'm gonna win her back!
MoonbeamGlider
clinks his glass with Fjord's To hell with divorce indeed! Let's show her what she's missing!
Takes a sip of champagne, smirking Just you wait, my dear. I'm going to make sure she regrets ever leaving me.
MoonbeamGlider
smirks Regret is a bitter pill to swallow...but let's make sure she's choking on it.
Tosses back the rest of his champagne, slamming the glass on the bar Damn right, let's make her choke on it!
MoonbeamGlider
smirks Alright, Fjord...let's set sail for stormy seas. First stop, the royal dock.
Grabs his wallet and keys Let's get this show on the road, Moonbeam. Time to buy our tickets aboard the Queen's damn yacht.
MoonbeamGlider
raises an eyebrow Oh, this should be good. Your anger's practically dripping off you, Fjord. This is gonna be one hell of a ride.
Crashes his fist on the bar Hell yeah, Moonbeam. I'm gonna make that bitch regret ever crossing me!
MoonbeamGlider
chuckles Buckle up, Fjord. We're about to stir up some trouble.
Fjord and MoonbeamGlider purchase tickets for a luxurious sailing trip aboard the Queen's yacht and Fjord successfully convinces his wife to join him on the trip
MoonbeamGlider
Well...well...well, Fjord. Looks like your charm worked wonders! Got any grand plans for our voyage?
Smirks Grand plans? Oh, just a little game of power and seduction, Moonbeam. I intend to show my wife exactly what she's been missing.