Charlie shed a grin and nodded with satisfaction as he eximed, “Come on, let’s get this started!”


    He then grabbed his phone and pointed it at Mr. Lloyd and Marcus, who stood side by side.


    Wiping away his tears, Marcus managed a smile and introduced himself, saying, “Hello everyone, I’m Marcus Lloyd, the pathetic jerk.”


    His father, Mr. Cain Lloyd, quickly chimed in, “And I’m Mr. Cain Lloyd, the father of the pathetic jerk.”


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    Marcus continued, “I bet you’ve all seen the words ‘pathetic jerk’ written across my forehead. Why, you ask? Because I tend to be quite arrogant, and this serves as a reminder to everyone else!”


    Mr. Lloyd added, “They say, ‘like father, like son’, but in our case, it’s more like ‘like son, like father’. Since my son has ‘pathetic jerk’ on his forehead, I decided to join in on the fun and have ‘father of the pathetic jerk’ inscribed on mine as well!”


    Marcus then exined, “By now, you might be wondering why my dad and Ie off as so arrogant. The answer is simple: we have a fantastic rtionship with the Webb family in Southaven!”


    “Absolutely!” Mr. Lloyd concurred. “Everyone knows the Webb family is incredibly wealthy, but what’s truly remarkable is their son, who has a bizarre habit of eating… well, you know.”


    Marcus added, “Exactly! You’ve probably seen the viral video where that guy eats something truly disgusting every hour without fail! At one point, while in the hospital, he actually shoved an old man out of the way just to get to the toilet and indulge! Can you believe that?”


    Mr. Lloyd agreed, “You’re spot on, son. When you put it that way, the Webb family’s son really is one of a kind!”


    “Of course!” Marcus nodded appreciatively, giving a thumbs up. “The Webb family is truly exceptional to have such a unique son!”<fn1ce6> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? find[?]ovel</fn1ce6>


    Mr. Lloyd then asked curiously, “By the way, why haven’t we heard any updates on himtely?”


    Marcus replied, “Well, I dug up some juicy gossip. He’s currently living avish lifestyle in his fancy home!”


    “What do you mean?” Mr. Lloyd inquired, intrigued.


    “He’s living it up in Southaven, enjoying the good life! I heard that to keep up with his twenty meals a day, the family actually hires people to bring him fresh supplies every hour!”


    Mr. Lloyd gasped, “Oh my goodness, is that true? Over twenty meals a day? Can they really keep up with that demand?”


    Marcus responded seriously, “Not really. Just think about it: even if they can manage to produce something every hour, what happens if someone has a bit of constipation?”


    “Oh no!” Mr. Lloyd eximed, “In that case, the young master wouldn’t get his meal on time!”


    He then suggested, “Son, why don’t we sign up for their ‘program’ and stay at their mansion for a few days to provide him with the freshly baked goods?”


    Marcus grinned widely and replied, “Great idea! If we go, I bet the old coot and his son, that piece of work Donald, would be so grateful they’d kneel before us in thanks!”


    Despite his words, Marcus felt a tremor of fear as he spoke.


    They were truly pushing the limits with their jabs at the Webb family!


    Mr. Lloyd’s heart raced, but a nce at Charlie infused him with courage. He took a deep breath and added, “And I think that’s not all! I bet they would start licking our toes like dogs while we’re there! I heard the old coot has a penchant for sugar daddies; maybe he’d want me as his sugar daddy!”


    “What? Sugar daddies?” Marcus asked, taken aback. “What’s with that strange obsession?”


    “Who knows?” Mr. Lloyd shrugged. “I’ve heard he’s got over three hundred sugar daddies lined up. Maybe he just enjoys being a sugar baby!”