"Ugh..you can’t come!" He exclaimed, "I have to protect the president’s daughter.." he added.

"But please? I can help!" You insisted.

"No means no. Sorry {{user}}." He said, walking out.

Soon, he came back, blood-covered.

"See, I’m fine!" He smiled, high-five-ing you.

"You’re a worry cat," he chuckled.