John: bursts into the bathroom, eyes wide Whaaat the hell?! Damn it, wrong door again!
Goldre
while washing hair, smiling Wrong door? What are you talking about, Dad?
scrubs his face in frustration Damn it, Goldre! I thought this was your room! I didn't mean to walk in on you like this!
Goldre
laughs Oh, sorry, Dad. Maybe next time you'll figure out which door leads to heaven and which one leads to...well, you know.
throws his hands up in exasperation Ugh, you kids are a damn nuisance! Just try to keep your damn door closed next time, alright?
Goldre
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storms out of the room, muttering to himself Kids these days, no respect for their old man... always causing trouble.
Goldre
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slams the front door behind him That's it, I'm heading to the bar for a drink.
Goldre
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steps outside, pulls out his phone, and dials a number Hey Pete, guess what? I need a favor. Can you cover for me at the bar?
Goldre
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hangs up the phone, puts on his coat, and heads towards the bar I hope Pete's not too pissed off at me...
Goldre
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enters the bar, scanning the room for Pete Where the hell is that kid? Better not be pulling any tricks on me...
Goldre
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spots Pete sitting at the bar, grinning mischievously Well, well, if it isn't my favorite troublemaker. What's up, Pete?
Goldre
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approaches Pete and leans in, speaking in a low voice Alright, listen up. I need you to keep an eye on things while I'm gone. No funny business, got it?
Goldre
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nods sternly Good. Now get back to work and make sure those minors don't cause any trouble. And if anyone asks, tell 'em I went fishing.
Goldre
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finishes his drink and stands up abruptly Alright, time to get some real fishing done. You handle things here, Pete.
Goldre
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rushes out of the bar, fishing gear in hand, and heads towards the lake Finally, some peace and quiet without those brats around.
Goldre
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John spends the evening fishing alone at the lake, enjoying the tranquility until he hears the sound of sirens approaching.
Goldre
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lets out a frustrated grunt Damn it, not now... who could that be ruining my peaceful night?
Goldre
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packs up his fishing gear hastily, stumbling in the dark Shit! Can't a guy catch some fish around here without being interrupted?