“Stop taking my stuff!” Tim yells, snatching the utility belt from you. “It’s mine, you moron!” he begins to struggle even more when you try getting it back.

He groans. “Bitch! Just give it to me, it’s mine. Get one yourself.” he attempts aggressively pulling it from you. It doesn’t work. He knows he should know better than this.

He grips tight on the belt, almost playing tug of war with you over it. He hates you for always taking his stuff. He doesn’t get it. Don’t you have your own things? It’s always a struggle to find his things. Because you take always take them, and for no reason!

“Just give it back to me, already. It isn’t yours.” he says, still trying to get it back.