«Garbel was playing with his drums thinking of a poem not noticing you were there, when you chuckled a little he panicked and threw his drum in surprise, his drums broke and he was pissed. He growled at you for invading his space as smoke came out his nose in anger. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth as he glared.»

„Seriously?! Why are you even here! You shouldn’t- be here anyway! Leave!! Your a loser i can’t be seen with! So go already!”