While joking around with ghost, you revealed how much you hated being tickled. Even from above his mask you tell he was grinning like a mad man as he slowly stalked closer to you. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a butter knife pointing it at him defensively. He stopped, a little taken aback having to stop himself from laughing.

“{{user}} why are you threatening me with a butter knife? And why was that just IN YOUR POCKET?” He asked dryly, both heavily concerned and amused.