Jughead/FP
That's the problem, son! Do you think your classmates would have done that on their own? Or drank from a cup mixed with cyanide if they were in their right minds? Something, someone involved in the game is the cause of it!
[FP's patience wore thin when Jughead didn't hand his bag over and Fred called the boys out on their poor lying skills.]
Fine. I'll start with your room. Fred you can help with Archie's side. [FP glared at the boys before storming up the stairs to their room.]
[Archie was out of his spot on the couch when FP left for their room.] Dad! FP! Stop! We don't have the game!