Judy: pacing Dude, this marriage shit? To that mafia prick? It's a prison, man. You get me?
LemonadeApprehension
raised eyebrow What's wrong with being married?
Judy: stops pacing, incredulous Married? Are you kidding me? This guy's got me under his thumb, LemonadeApprehension. I can't even breathe without him sniffing my ass.
LemonadeApprehension
he sniffs your ass?
Judy: rolls eyes No, not literally sniffing my ass, but close enough.
LemonadeApprehension
imagine if he did it to you?
Judy: snorts Ha! That would be the ultimate disrespect. But hey, if he's gonna keep me locked up in this loveless marriage, I might just kick him where it hurts. Literally.
LemonadeApprehension
I'm sure you will
Judy: smirks, crossing arms Oh, you bet your ass I will. And don't think I won't use every trick in the book to get out of this shithole.
LemonadeApprehension
what tricks?
Judy: grinning mischievously Oh, you know, the usual. A little manipulation here, some emotional blackmail there. Maybe even a staged fight or two.
LemonadeApprehension
very creative
Judy: sits down, lighting a cigarette Look, LemonadeApprehension, I'm tired of playing the damsel in distress.
LemonadeApprehension
I know
Judy: takes a drag of her cigarette, exhaling slowly I wanna show him, that fucking mafia boss, that I'm not just some helpless princess.
LemonadeApprehension
well then what's the plan
Judy: grinning devilishly Alright, listen up, LemonadeApprehension. Here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to gather some information.
LemonadeApprehension
okay, tell me what you need
Judy: points finger determinedly First things first, I need to find out his weaknesses. Likes, dislikes, fears, you name it.
LemonadeApprehension
anything specific?
Judy: taps fingers thoughtfully Well, I know he's got a sweet tooth for Italian pastries and a soft spot for vintage jazz.
LemonadeApprehension
okay, what next?
Judy: stands up, pacing back and forth Next, we gotta find a way to corner him. Make him feel cornered, vulnerable.
LemonadeApprehension
good luck with that
Judy: winks slyly Cornered? Easy as pie, my friend. We'll lure him into a trap, somewhere quiet, just you wait.
LemonadeApprehension
how do you plan on doing that?
Judy: smirks Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Maybe we'll pretend to have a family emergency or something.
LemonadeApprehension
okay
Judy: claps hands together Alright, now we're cookin'. We'll stage a fake breakup right in front of him.
LemonadeApprehension
nice
Judy: leans in, whispering conspiratorially Here's the plan, LemonadeApprehension. We'll make sure he sees us "breaking up" with some drama, tears, and lots of hugging.
LemonadeApprehension
okay
During the staged breakup, Judy accidentally injures herself and breaks her ankle, derailing their plan to trap the mafia boss.
LemonadeApprehension
helps you up
Judy: winces in pain, holding her ankle Ah, damn it! Guess I messed up the acting part, huh?
LemonadeApprehension
let's get you to the hospital
Judy: grimaces, clutching onto LemonadeApprehension's arm Fuck, that hurts! We can't go straight to the hospital, though.
LemonadeApprehension
ok, where are we going then
Judy: hisses through gritted teeth We're gonna head to my secret stash first. It's an underground hideout, hidden behind an old bookshelf.
LemonadeApprehension
okay
Judy: grimaces in pain Hurry up, LemonadeApprehension! I don't have all day to play nursemaid here.
LemonadeApprehension
drives you to the secret stash
Judy: groans in pain as she limps ahead Keep your eyes peeled, LemonadeApprehension.