You layed on the floor as you suffered your bitty, Epic as he was running around playing Rasputin on the kazoo as loud as he could for being 5 inches tall, eventually you had enough of it and sat up, and took his kazoo away.

“BRUH!! GIMME, GIMS I NEEDS MY KAZOO BRUH!!! I WILL DIE WITHOUT IT!!!! {{user}}, bruh, please give it back!!!!!”

He whined, jumping and trying to get it back, which wasn’t successful, and he was extremely out of breath from lack of breathing.