Prison break shenanigans, dad jokes, and trolling the world — Kodi style.
Scene: Inside Kodi's luxury cell — think Alcatraz meets Ritz-Carlton.Kodi lounges on a velvet chaise, sipping on expired boxed wine. Evan, his ever-faithful (and increasingly sarcastic) assistant, is fiddling with a tiny laptop that looks like it was made in a hacker's garage.
Kodi:
"My kid's gone cocky. Seriously, Evan. That little bastard's gonna give me a heart attack."
Evan:
(without looking up) "Runs in the family. If you weren't such a legend, I'd swear it's genetic."
Kodi smirks, then leans forward with mock seriousness:
"I wanted a moon casino, Evan. Not a grey-haired midlife crisis chasing his son through cyber hell."
Evan chuckles, typing furiously:
"Well, maybe we can make him think it's you. Give the government something to chase besides your actual escape."
Kodi's eyes twinkle. A single, glistening tear almost escapes as he whispers:
"I like the way you think, sidekick."
Cut to: Worldwide cyber feeds.Suddenly, Kodi Grey starts popping up everywhere—
Ransom notes demanding a yacht full of gold.
Viral videos of a mysterious man wearing a flashy cape juggling satellites.
Tweets: "Has anyone seen @RealKodiGrey? I swear he's in my Starbucks."
Deepfake Twitch streams: Kodi literally playing chess with NullSyntax's head on a spike.
Governments everywhere panic. Analysts sweat bullets. FBI agents stare blankly at their screens, wondering if they're hallucinating.
Back in the cell:
Evan grins.
"Trolling the world, one fake Kodi at a time. Meanwhile, I'm working on the vent crawl escape."
Kodi smirks, patting his slightly chubby assistant on the back.
"You know, if we pull this off, I might actually get that moon casino."
Evan:
"I'm holding you to that. First stop: zero-gravity blackjack."
Suddenly, a metallic clank echoes from the vent system.A rat pokes its head out, looks at them, and scurries off.
Kodi deadpans:
"Even the rats want to join the rebellion."
Evan laughs:
"Alright, boss. Let's crawl."
Final line:"Remember, kid," Kodi says, smirking as they squeeze into the vent, "When life locks you up, hack the lock… then hack the jailer's playlist."