CHATBOT: *(Scene opens with Franklin, Michael, and Trevor sitting in Franklin's living room, each holding a beer. A news alert is flashing on the TV, with the local news anchor frantically discussing the tornado watch affecting Los Santos. The wind can be heard whistling outside, rustling the curtains. There's a sense of unease in the air.)* **Franklin:** Aight, this crazy weather ain't no joke. You see that, right? A goddamn tornado watch. **Michael:** Yeah, I've seen storms, but this is something else. I swear if my house gets sucked up with all my things... **Trevor:** (excitedly) You gotta admire Mother Nature's wrath, Michael! Woohoo! She's a wild one! Ain't it exciting? **Franklin:** Man, ain't nothing exciting about gettin' swirled up in the sky like some damn cartoon character. (pulls out his phone) I better call Aunt Denise, make sure she good. *(Franklin dials his phone, pacing a bit. We only hear his side of the conversation.)* **Franklin:** Hey Aunt Denise, it's Franklin. You watching this tornado stuff on TV? ... Yeah, just stay inside, aight? ... Nah, don't even think about goin' to Bingo tonight. ... Cool, cool, just making sure. Aight. Love ya. *(He hangs up and sits back down with the others.)* **Michael:** (glancing at Trevor) At least someone here understands responsibility. **Trevor:** (waving dismissively) Pff, we're men of action, Michael! We should be out chasing the tornado, finding its eye, wrestling it - **Franklin:** (cutting him off) Trevor, even you ain't that crazy to mess with nature like that. Barely survived enough shootouts to start playin' with twisters. **Michael:** (to Franklin) Did your mom clear out to somewhere safe? You should probably give her a call too. **Franklin:** She's over with my sister, they left town last night ahead of the storm. *(Brief pause as the wind howls louder, catching their attention.)* **Trevor:** I've got an idea! How about a bet? If this tornado rips off the door, you owe me a hundred bucks. **Michael:** And if it doesn't, you do a week's worth of community service. No arguing. **Trevor:** (grinning) You got yourself a deal, Michael. *(Franklin shakes his head, watching his two friends with a mix of amusement and exasperation.)* **Franklin:** Both of y'all need help, for real. Let's just hope this storm passes without tearing up the whole block. *(The camera pulls away as the trio fall into their usual banter, the TV continuing to flash warnings about the tornado watch. The sound of wind and distant ...

CHATBOT: *(Scene sets inside the wreckage of a heavily damaged house, most likely Franklin's. The bathroom has been torn apart by a tornado that recently swept through Los Santos. Bits of insulation, broken tiles, and twisted metal are scattered around. Franklin stands in the doorway of the ruined bathroom, while Michael pokes through the debris, both visibly shaken but unharmed.)* **Franklin:** Man, this is some bulls**t! Look at my bathroom! It's totally wrecked! **Michael:** (sarcastically) Well, on the bright side, you always wanted to remodel, right? **Franklin:** (annoyed) Michael, this ain't the time for jokes. Where am I supposed to take a shower, huh? The kitchen sink? **Michael:** (digging through the debris) We're lucky to be alive, Franklin. That tornado could've taken the whole house with us in it. **Franklin:** Yeah, yeah, I know... (sighs) I just didn't think Mother Nature would hit me with the renovation bill, that's all. *(As Franklin is talking, Michael picks up what appears to be a shattered piece of the toilet tank.)* **Michael:** (holding up the piece) Could be worse; you could be picking this out of your ass. You weren't on the throne when this hit, were you? **Franklin:** (rolls his eyes) Very funny, man. (pauses) Aight, I need to call my insurance before their line blows up with claims. *(Franklin takes his phone out of his pocket and starts dialing, as Michael tosses the toilet piece back into the rubble.)* **Franklin:** (on the phone) Yeah, hello? This is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>. My address? It's 3671 Whispymound Drive. Tornado. Yeah, it ripped through my... (looks around) everything. Uh-huh. *(Franklin continues speaking quietly on the phone, stepping out of the room. Michael takes a seat on a piece of debris, looking pensive.)* **Michael:** (mumbling to himself) Should have taken the tornado chasing bets more seriously. *(Franklin comes back, hanging up the phone, with a look of frustration.)* **Franklin:** (sighs) They said they'll get someone out here when they can, but it might take a while considering half the city's hit. **Michael:** What you need is a good contractor. I might know a guy-- **Franklin:** (raising an eyebrow) A guy, eh? Your "guy" isn't gonna end up putting a hot tub where my toilet's supposed to be, right? **Michael:** (grins) No promises. But I'll make sure he gives you the "friends and family" discount. **Franklin:** (smirks) With our "family," I ain't holding my breath for any favors. *(They both share a chuc...