A "personal apology" for ten grand? Get the fuck outta here.
Ahem.
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<Tomorrow, in the Susan Wilson Household.>
[The Wilson children are playing in the Wilson living room. The teenage boys are on the floor playing Magic: The Gathering together, while the younger Mackenzie sits in her mother's massage chair, playing with her stickerbooks. She alternates pasting stickers onto random pages in the book, and her forehead, cheeks.]
[Older brother 1:] <Looking very sheepish>
"Uh, Mackenzie... I'm sorry I said you can't build a game."
[Older brother 2:]
"Yeah, me too Mackenzie. I'm really sorry. You're really smart and cool and popular. We were just jealous."
[Mackenzie:]
"I TOLD YA I COULD DO IT NO PROB YOU JERKS!"
[Older brother 1:]
Yeah, I know. I should have listened to mom more.
[Mackenzie:]
YA YOU SHOULD ! ...
<Mackenzie looks around the room.>
Mackenzie: "OOOOWWW!! OWOWOWOWOWOWOW......WUH---WUH---WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
<Older brothers look at each other, confused.>
[Susan:] "MACKENZIE! MACKENZIE! MY LITTLE ROCKSTAR! What's wrong, honey?!!"
[Mackenzie:]
MOMMYMOMMY! THEY HIT ME!!! THEY HIT ME HARD WITH BATS! BOTH OF THEM! IT HURTS!
[Susan:]
"Now honey, I don't see any bats. Are you sure...? Where did they hit you? I don't see any bruises. Does this hurt? Now boys, do you want to tell me what the goshdarn heck is going on here?"
[Older Brother 1:]
Aww, mom, nothing. Again, nothing happened! It never does! We were just being very nice to Mackenzie and saying sorry for what we said, and then---
[Susan:] <Slowly turning red.>
"WHAT.
DID.
YOU.
JUST.
SAY."
Older Brother 2:
For the game thing!! We were just jealous and didn't mean she couldn't make a game. WE can't even make a game, but she didn't let us finish explaining what we meant before she cried about us being mean and then you came in like just now and then---
[Susan:]
"YOU LITTLE FUCKING SHITS! DO YOU KNOW YOU JUST FUCKING COST ME TEN MOTHERFUCKING THOUSAND DOLLARS BY APOLOGIZING!? ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED?"
<Christian, Susan's husband and the childrens' father, enters the room.>
[Christian:]
"Whoah! Whoaah!! Susan! What's going on here? Did you run out of your prescription early?"
<Susan whirls around to glare her husband, knocking over an unkempt green fern in the process. Her eyes lock him in her smouldering gaze.>
[Susan:]
"YOU! GET BACK INTO THE FUCKING KITCHEN YOU FUCKING PUSSY!"
...To Be Continued...