TWO DAYS LATER:
Michael enters into the kitchen in his house, wearing a yellow polo shirt and brown shorts. He opens the fridge, to find a literate brick of marijuana.
"Da fuck is this shit." Michael groaned, picking it up to examine it, only for Amanda to walk in wearing a Yoga outfit and see Michael with it.
"Is that yours?" Amanda asked, walking in.
"Coarse not." Michael said, and tosses her it.
"... (sigh) I've only got myself to blame for the mess these kids are in. You are either drunk, or staring miserably at the clouds, or doing god knows what!"
"Oh yes your a real role model, that's what drove Carly into the arms of some British cop lady!" Michael cried.
"Oh yes, it's always MY fault! Never mind that your the one that turned my little girl into a criminal against my wishes.. And now she's off pulling off scores with you and your friends instead going to college!" Amanda cried back.
"Well maybe if you were actually nice to her..."
"I only hit her once, and I was drunk.. I tried to apologize but she blocked me from her contacts!" Amanda cried out.
"She didn't want no half-assed apology." Michael replied.
"Fuck you Michael! You think you're so perfect, but you bully Jimmy."
As if on Q, Jimmy himself suddenly walks in. Along with Carly who tries to hide herself, as she's a little hung-over.
"There you are, you little shit.. You looking for this?" Michael said, holding the block. Jimmy grabs at it.
"Ah-ah-ah, noo"
"Very funny.. You're a real asshole!" Jimmy cried angrily.
"What you just fucking say to me!?" Michael cried sternly, Jimmy immediately backing down in fear.
"Stop it you two, you're ruining my fucking Yoga!" Amanda cried angrily.
"Somebody say yoga?" Trevor Phillips said, making his sudden presence known, and everyone stops dead in there tracks. Carly actually hides behind Amanda, and in a rare moment Amanda covers her.
"Trevor.. Good to see you man." Michael said nervously.
"Ooo, I but it is.. But coarse, I'm not the one who's been.. Resurrected."
"Yeah, well, I have me a bit of an awkward saturation." Michael replies, and he shields Jimmy behind him.
"Your telling me bro. One of those fake your own death's to your best buddy, run off with the doe, live in a big mansion.. Awkward. Situations." Trevor said, remaining uncomfortably calm and collected.
"That's one way to look at it." Michael said.
"You have any other way of looking at it? Cause I am all out." Trevor said, same tone.
"It was a long time ago man. I been in witness protection, still am." Michael replied.
"That's great. That's greaat." Trevor said in a unnervingly quite voice.
"How did you find us?" Carly asked.
"Connor told me." Trevor said, Carly, knowing it was probably out of fear, not holding this against Connor.
"Anyway, where are my manners right?.. Amanda, I missed you, you use to be fatter. Nice new tits by the way.. Jimmy, you use to be thinner, but can't blame you.. Where's Tracy though?"
"Where's your sister Jim?" Michael asked, not keeping his eyes off Trevor.
"She's uhh.. She's trying out for TV."
"Wait what?" Carly asked.
"She auditioning for Fame or Shame." Jimmy said.
"Fame or Shame!?" Trevor cried, angrily.
"The hell are you talking about?" Michael asked in confusion, turning his attention to Jimmy.
"It's that talent slash skill show, she loves it you guys know that." Jimmy said.
"What's her talent?!" Michael cried.
"Dancing." Jimmy replied.
"Aw, christ, she's a horrible dancer!" Michael cried insensitively.
"Michael." Amanda groaned.
"Now? Now? Where!?" Michael cried.
"Maze bank arena." Jimmy replied.
"Mmm, Tracy being humiliated. Lets go, we go get her!" Trevor cried to Michael.
"We?"
"Yeah we, what you stand here and argue as your daughter becomes a natural laughing stock!? You worse than I thought. Now lets go, come on!" Trevor cried. Reluctantly Michael goes out the front door with Trevor close behind. Carly leaves shortly after, but for a seperate reason.
