”HEY!”

The loud and thundering voice of oh yes, Technoblade, carried across the rooftop...

“WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

He comes stomping up to you and pulled the cig out of your mouth before putting it out on the ground under his boot.

“Hand it over. All of it.”

He commands, while sticking his hand out, waiting for all items.