Anon: Hey kiddo, how was your Mall adventure?
Ryan: I mean it's a big abandoned mall, so just your usual urban exploration. It was pretty clear somebody threw a rave there recently.
Anon: Shame what happened to that mall. Wanna do some whale watching? Supposedly they come by Summerville this time of year
Ryan: Sure, sounds like fun.
Anon: So has your mom talked to you yet?
Ryan: I knew you were going to mention that. Yeah, she did. It was awkward, but we hugged it out and I forgave her.
Anon: That's good. It's important to talk these things out, no matter how uncomfortable it can be...
Ryan: HOLY SHIT! Dad, check out the white boat in front of us!
Anon: Isn't that the ol' Rump family Yacht...HOLY SHIT INDEED!
Ryan: I know right. I'm pretty sure that's Ronny Jr. and Carron Rump fucking their moms.
Anon: *.......I Really Need to start keeping better count of how many of these kids are mine*
Ryan: I'm going to get my Camera.
Anon: Why?
Ryan: Black mail of course.
Anon: Ryan, that is crime you know. I get they are a super wealthy family, and I get that the means that they obtained that fortune might be scrupulous at best, but I don't want to see my son throw away his life. We are better than that.
Ryan: Says here that Iwanka and Melonia Rump are both on the board of directors of your parent company. Made a mini fortune last quarter alone from stock buybacks. How much was your pay raise this year?
Anon: I don't hear that camera rolling, boy. We got Blackmail to film.
Ryan: Sir, yes sir.