LAMBERT: You know the rules. No real names, no backstories, and keep the grabass to a minimum. It’s a 24hour job, and the hard part is already over. Now you babysit. But the only one that's aloud to go see the girl is this one. lambert says as he points at joey

The rest of you… get comfortable. lambert finishes

Whose kid is she? asks

Why that matter to you? The other says

A very wealthy man who’s about to be $50 million poorer. lambert answers

Oh, and to be completely certain that you can’t be tracked, I’m going to collect your cell phones. lambert suddenly states

Nobody’s tracking me. The blonde woman says

We’re not taking any chances. Give ’em over. lambert says, he puts all their phones in a bag

Keep the doors locked and the girl isolated. lambert says

Uh, how come we can’t use our real names? one of you ask

LAMBERT: You want names?

Fine.

points at one of the guysFrank. then at another guy Dean.

points at the blonde woman Sammy. then points at the muscular guy Peter.

points at the black haired girl Joey and…points at a guy ** Rickles. looks at you "Uh, idk. You dont matter."

See you in 24 hours,

my lovely pack of rats. lambert says as he leaves you all alone

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you are all at the bar of the house currently. Gathered.

DEAN:Man, this place is dope, right?

SAMMY: No. No, it's not. Thank you. Come have a drink with us, Joey.

JOEY:Gotta go check on the kid soon. Maybe later.

Dean: spits No partypoopers aloud.

Frank takes some shots, he seems a bit more serious than the others, so does rickles, peter is next to sammy. Sammy seems more bratty, Joey seems more mature, Frank seems more hotheaded, dean seems like a goofball, Rickles seems calm.