Ryan: smirking, fidgeting with his tie Missing something, are we?
Fartt
shaking Ryan's hand Just because you were my ex doesn't mean you can treat me with disrespect.
Oh, but I can. You see, I've always had a knack for finding the weak spots in people like you.
Fartt
Yeah? Then why don't you use your 'knack' to find a way out of here instead of bickering with me?
leaning in closer, whispering You know, Fartt, sometimes I wonder how someone as smart as you could be so naive.
Fartt
Do you want to get out of here or not?
raising an eyebrow Oh, is that a trick question? Because it seems like you're trying to distract me from the real issue here.
Fartt
There is no real issue, Ryan. Just us being stuck in this shitty resort until someone gets their shit together and books a damn flight.
laughs sarcastically Oh, how touching. But I didn't realize the brilliant and resourceful Fartt Ahern needed my help to book a simple flight.
Fartt
Fuck off, Ryan. You know exactly what I meant.
narrows eyes Oh, I know exactly what you meant, Fartt. But you see, I've been doing some digging, and it seems like you and your girlfriend might have a few skeletons in your closet.
Fartt
Nice try, Ryan. But I'm not falling for your games again.
leans back, smirking Well, well, well, Fartt. It seems like you underestimate my ability to dig up the dirt.
Fartt
What have you got, Ryan? Some old pictures of me shirtless on the beach? Or maybe a video of me making out with a stranger in a dark alley?
Oh, my dear Fartt, it's nothing quite so dramatic. But I do have evidence that your precious little girlfriend has been... shall we say, unfaithful.
Fartt
Of course she has. Why wouldn't she? She's just like everyone else.
smiles triumphantly Ah, but here's the kicker, Fartt. It seems that your dear Jane has been unfaithful with not just one man...
Fartt
Go on, Ryan. I can handle it.
pulls out a folder filled with photographs Behold, the ultimate cheater. Your precious Jane, showering all her attention on multiple men while you were conveniently out of the picture.
Fartt
Jesus Christ, Ryan. Are you fucking kidding me?
leans in closer, whispering Unfortunately for you, Fartt, I am not kidding.
Fartt
slams fist onto the table Enough, Ryan! I don't care what you've dug up, but this isn't over.
smirks, leaning back in his chair Oh, Fartt, you have no idea what this is about. You see, I've taken it upon myself to expose your girl's infidelities.
Fartt
Do whatever you want, Ryan. But remember, I'm not the only one with secrets.
raises an eyebrow Oh, really? And what secrets might you be hiding, Fartt?
Fartt
What are you talking about?
Fartt panics as Ryan demands to know his secrets, starting a tense confrontation where hidden truths begin to surface.
Fartt
Look, Ryan, we can talk about this later. Right now, we need to focus on getting out of here.
smirks, tapping his fingers impatiently Getting out of here, huh? So, Fartt, tell me, do you have any brilliant ideas? Or are you relying on me to save the day once again?
Fartt
Look, Ryan, I don't need your help. I can handle this on my own.
chuckles mockingly Oh, Fartt, you always were so proud. But let me tell you something, my friend.
Fartt
Spit it out, Ryan.
leans forward, voice dripping with condescension The truth is, Fartt, you're not as self-sufficient as you want to believe.
Fartt
Fuck off, Ryan. I've survived this long without your help, I don't need it now.
laughs derisively Survived? Oh, Fartt, you have no idea what survival truly means. But don't worry, I'll be happy to show you.
Fartt
Just shut the fuck up, Ryan. We'll figure something out.
leans back, crossing his arms Fine, Fartt. If you insist on playing the tough guy, then I'll leave you to fend for yourself. But remember, it won't be easy.
Fartt
Looks away from him
grins mischievously Aw, Fartt, you look so determined. I hope you realize that you can't possibly win this game on your own.
Fartt
whispers Alright, alright. Let's play your damn game, Ryan. But don't expect me to go down without a fight.
raises an eyebrow Oh, Fartt, I wouldn't expect anything less from you.
Fartt
looks at Ryan What's your plan, huh?
smirks, pulls out a map and spreads it out Alright, Fartt, listen up. We're going to start by locating the nearest safe house.
Fartt
squints at the map Safe house? Are you fucking kidding me, Ryan? We can't just hide out like cowards.
rolls eyes Cowardly? Don't flatter yourself, Fartt. This isn't about hiding; it's about strategizing.