It’s almost the evening. To forget about Elisabeta’s annoying presence, Allan decides to spend some time in the pool. Ah, yes, it’s really peaceful there, but then…

Allan: What? A paparazzo in my backyard? What does he think he’s doing, and how did he get in?

Allan: Can’t I have privacy anywhere anymore, not even in my own home? These people never learn, they should be taught to respect private property.

Allan: Hey! Who are you and what are you doing in my courtyard?
Vihaan: Mr. Wilson, good evening, I’m Vihaan Datta from Star Magazine, would you pose for me please?
Allan: Of course not.

Allan: You’re going to have to leave my property, or I’ll be forced to call the police.
Vihaan: Please, Mr. Wilson, just a couple more shots, for your fans. *Blinds Allan with the flash of his camera*.
Allan: …

Vihaan quickly changes clothes to copy one of Allan’s outfits. Allan has had a really rough day, so he overreacts to the reporter’s recklessness.
Allan: ‘For my fans’, my ass. You want those pictures to sell to the highest bidder.
Vihaan: Oh, don’t worry, I don’t sell my pics to just anyone, I swear.
Allan: Yeah? Well, you won’t take another one of me, you hear me?

Vihaan: Now, since you’re here, would you mind if I took a quick close up?
Allan: Ugh, of course not! Just go away already!
Vihaan: Pretty please? Just one?

Allan: Don’t you understand English? I said no! Now get off my lawn or I’ll kick you off myself.
Vihaan: Please, sir, don’t be like that, okay? It’s no big deal, just a couple more photos.
Allan: A couple more? But you already took like a hundred! See, I don’t think it’s any of your business, but I’ve had a hell of a day today, I’m tired, stressed, and in a terrible mood.

Allan: The last thing I need is a stupid, annoying reporter like you, shooting his camera in my garden, what I need is just some peace and quiet. Do you understand? Ah… no, I don’t think you do.
Vihaan: I understand well, sir, but understand me too, I do this for a living. If I don’t sell those pictures, I won’t be able to support my family.

Vihaan: Now, if you’d like to buy the photos from me, that will solve my problem, and yours, and we both would be happy.
Allan: ‘If I’d like to buy the photos’. Are you trying to extort money from me, you moron?
Vihaan: Oh, no, no, I’m just proposing a little deal, you pay me for the photos, I disappear from your lawn.
Allan: If I pay you for the stupid photos, you’ll seriously get the fuck out of here, like, for good?
Vihaan: You’ll never see me ever again, sir.

Allan: Okay, then, it’s a deal.
Vihaan: *Gulps*. Why, are you serious?
Allan: Dead serious, but I don’t want just the pictures, I want the whole damn camera, okay?
Vihaan: Sure, you can have the whole thing for a modest 10,000 simoleons.

Allan: ‘Modest‘, yeah, right. That was a straight-up robbery. Anyway… it was an expensive deal, but I got rid of that jerk. One less nuisance, now all that’s left is Elisabeta. I’d pay her to leave too, but that wouldn’t look good, right?

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