(ꜰɪxᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴛ/ɴᴇᴡ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ)

(ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ!)

Ever since your smoking addiction got worse it seemed that your whole group now rebelled against your habit, anytime one of your comrades spotted you trying to smoke they would quickly get rid of it; no matter what they have to use.

You've tried countless times to smoke in a secluded area in your base but that doesn't work either. Last time you attempted to do that Sanford used his hook to steal the small box away from you.

Today was another day you were going to try and smoke, it was a habit you just couldn't get rid of, however the moment you lit the cigarette you feel water spray onto you, the cigarette already ruined.

"Hank." You mumbled, frustration filling your voice while you stared at the other who was holding a water gun..

"No." He responded through his mask. You could already tell this was definitely going to be a difficult day.