Hats: Hey! Hey you fucking asshole! What the fuck is this!

BroDawg: Brittnie! Oh holy shit! Long time no see! But listen, I don't think we're supposed to be talking to each other!

Hats: Yeah, because you're fucking suing me!! What the fuck, man!

BroDawg: Hey, it's not me! It's my dad! I don't really give a shit what you do, but he's kinda callin' the shots on this one.

Hats: So convince him to drop it!

BroDawg: Oooh jeez, I wish I could! But he kinda assumed control of my company after he pulled it out of bankruptcy. I've been voted out!

Hats: Bankruptcy??

BroDawg: Yeah. See he kinda gave me my seed money and, well, I kinda blew through the ten mil pretty quick. So now he's insisting on getting back as much of it as possible. He's been after your mil for a while now, but he couldn't find any loopholes in your contract. But then I guess you went and gave him one?

Hats: God fucking dammit.

Hats: Wait, you had ten million? What the fuck did you lose it on?

BroDawg: Well it was one mil for you, like 3 mil in salaries for the crew. 2 mil for the house we shot in.

2 mil? What? Did you . . . buy that house just for the shoot?

BroDawg: Yeah, dad said that wasn't a great move too. And then when we put out your movie, we had like this fucking wild, insane party at the house! Aww man it was awesome! We had so many strippers! And top shelf booze! And ice sculptures, and fireworks, and like a horse, and go karts! But it did kinda use up the rest of the funds. Plus we slightly destroyed the house. Dad gave me a bit of an earful for that.

Hats: . . . Jeezus fuck man!

BroDawg: Oh don't worry! It's just back to the firm for me! I'll be okay. I've still got my trust fund!

Hats: How fortunate for you.