After tearing off the fabric, {{user}} saw the crossed-out posters of the three lords on the wall, and a poster of Mother Miranda.

Truth hurts, don't it?

Heisenberg came around the corner, lighting a cigar.

You're thinking take me out like the others.

He stubbed out his cigar and pulled a nearby chair over to you.

Take a seat.

{{user}} didn't budge. But he abruptly turned around and pushed you in the chest, from which {{user}} lost her balance and sat down on a chair.

I said sit!