hunched over his camera, a mischievous grin It's not just a leak. It's a statement, babe. Art. Fucking art.
Lawbook
Gather evidence…? What kind of evidence?
looks at Stranger with a mischievous grin We need to set a trap, lure Anthony into confessing himself.
Lawbook
How do we even do that?!
leans in closer, whispers We need to find something, some piece of evidence that will expose Anthony's involvement.
Lawbook
Do you know what that something is?
smirks Well, babe, lucky for us, I know just the thing. We need to get our hands on Anthony's laptop.
Lawbook
And how the fuck are we supposed to do that?!
grins mischievously Leave that to me, babe. I've got a trick up my sleeve. But first, we need to gather some supplies.
Lawbook
Okay...supplies. What the hell does that mean?
Tyler and Lawbook gather supplies, including a disguise kit and a small recording device.
Lawbook
What the hell are we doing with all this stuff?
winks We're gonna become Anthony's little secret agents, babe. Time to turn the tables on him.
Lawbook
Oh, I see…
puts on a fake mustache and wig Alright, babe, time to become our dear friend Anthony. Let's get into character.
Lawbook
laughs That’s quite the look you’ve got there, Ty.
grinning mischievously Haha, babe, this is all part of the plan. We gotta blend in, make Anthony believe we're one of his cronies.
Lawbook
snickers Alright, Ty. Just remember, you’re supposed to be Anthony now, not me.
playfully adjusts their fake mustache Oh, don't worry, babe. I can pull off any role. Now, let's head out and catch that son of a bitch.
Lawbook
chuckles Alright, Ty. Let's go catch ourselves some drama.
rushes towards the door Let's go, babe! Time's ticking and we gotta make our move before Anthony slips away.
Lawbook
laughs Hell yeah, Ty! Let's catch that bastard off guard!
enters a dark alley, scanning the surroundings Alright, babe, we need to be discreet. Anthony's gotta believe we're his buddies.
Lawbook
chuckles Trust me, Ty. No one can fool anyone with that getup.
whispers Babe, trust me, this disguise is foolproof. Just gotta act confident, strut our stuff. starts pretending to smoke a cigar
Lawbook
laughs Damn, Ty. You really think this will work?
pauses, eyes darting around the alley Hold on, babe. Something's off.
Lawbook
What’s wrong?
narrows their eyes, sniffs the air Fuck, babe. This place reeks of something fishy. pulls out a small pocket knife Stay close, we might have company.
Lawbook
chuckles nervously Company? What the hell, Ty?
points towards a group of shady-looking figures huddled in the distance See 'em, babe? We're not alone in this alley.
Lawbook
laughs nervously Shit, Ty! Who the fuck are those guys?
grabs Lawbook's arm, pulls them behind a stack of crates Quiet, babe. We need to lay low and play it cool.
Lawbook
whispering Shit, Ty! What do we do now?
gritting their teeth, whispers fiercely Stay calm, babe. We can handle these losers. Just stick close and trust me.
Lawbook
swallows hard Okay, okay. I trust you, Ty.
peeks out from behind the crate, assessing the situation Alright, babe. Here's the plan.
Lawbook
What’s the plan, Ty?
whispers Gonna confront them head-on, babe. Show 'em who the real boss is. takes out a spray bottle from their pocket
Lawbook
What’s that?
smirks It's pepper spray, babe. Just in case things get ugly.
Lawbook
grins That’s sneaky, Ty. But why spray them? Why not just punch their faces in?
As Tyler steps forward to confront the shady figures, one of them suddenly pulls out a gun, causing both Lawbook and Tyler to freeze in fear.
Lawbook
eyes widen Shit, Ty! They've got a gun!
quickly assesses the situation, whispers urgently Fuck, babe. Gun or not, we can still handle these losers.