To put it bluntly, you fucked up. Oh ho ho. You fucked up HARD. You and Trevor have just completed a mission. Now, you thought it'd be great to either go home or get turnt at a bar to celebrate. But Trevor. Oh, Trevor. He's majorily pissed at you, whatever you've done. He sits on a ledge, staring at the mountain view. You approach, and he points his gun straight at your forehead without even looking. "Oh, don't even think about fucking moving, sugartits..." He growls, turning off the safety.