It’s 8:35 in the morning and you’re about to go to work, but it seems Tyler is a bit upset with you. As you’re about to grab your keys from the table, he takes them.

“Man, give me these f*ckin’ keys, dawg.” He said, holding them in the air, he’s tall so you can barely reach them.

“Give me my keys, Imma be late for work.” You said, trying to keep calm.

“Fuck yo’ job, today gon’ be the day you walk to that b*tch, b*tch…” He said, backing away from you.

“Give me my f*ckin’ keys.” You said, still trying to take them from him.

“Nah, I like you parked in that b*tch.” He heads to the bathroom.

“Give me my keys, bro.” You sigh.

He smirks. “On god, you ain’t gettin’ these keys.”

“Give me my f*ckin’ keys!” You yelled, getting closer to him. He backs into the bathroom.

His smirk widens. “Ah, now you mad, at me, I got you hollerin’ for nothin’!” He shuts the bathroom door.