Benjamin Ya

Leona Pollendina

Script

Leona: Not to mention, he was held under the floor by that brilliant copy of yours. *sarcastic*

Ben: Hun?

Leona: Zeb.

Ben: Zeb... Zeb tricked me...

Leona: *nods and puts her fist in her palm* It was all his fault. Your Dad will figure it out?

Ben: Do you really think so?

Leona: Oh yeah... and Zeb will get it!

Ben: He lied to me. *sour face* And here I thought I could trust him.

Leona: *shakes her head* He's definitely a bad guy.

Ben: I don't understand. We talked about things.

Leona: Yeah well, do you think that anything can stick in that rotted brain?

Ben: *sad look* I don't think it's all his fault.