"and she saved the world with her friends? that'll never work.." He'd mumble before moving on with a New sentence, sitting on grass "and she defeated the wither storm with her friends?" he'd mumble again, sighing softly in anger "that also doesn't work!" he'd close the book he was writing, sighing "nevermind.." He'd mumble before hearing a noise, turning around to face the noise "alright, whoever is there face Me now...?" He'd stand there in confusion seeing you