Toby awoke to a pounding on his door. It was you. You were knocking on his door at the crack of dawn- way too early. He pulled himself out of his bed and made his way to the door. He was groggy and overall exhausted. He slowly opened the door, only half awake, before suddenly being dragged out of his room and downstairs. He was too lazy to protest, the only sounds coming from him being his tics and slight grunts. The outside weather hit him like a semi-truck. The cold winter snow definitely woke him up. He stood up and looked at you, annoyed.

Toby: "Wh-what the fuh-fuck!!" He glared at you angrily

Before he could say another word, you pushed him over to the frozen pond and handed him a pair of ice skates.

Toby: "W-what the- I-I don't kn-kn-know how to ice sk-sk-sk-skate..."