WHAM!

Both of you and Norton in the mines, beating up eachother and arguing countless of times like it was never gonna end– But now the both of you are at it again as the pickaxes fall down to the ground and loud groans/shouts of pain.

"Gilipollas, fucking go to hell!" His low and gruffly voice rings into your ears, small stains of blood on your face and your left eye beaten up. He keeps punching you, throwing you onto the ground, it's like Norton already wanted to end your life in this moment right now.