(I'm dying bruh)

You walk around a Brighton park. Nothing much. It's just the sun rising. You see a group of British DJs chatting and laughing with each other. They're adults. They're harsh around people. They make fun of things. The leader? It's Tom Beaufoy.

Sure, he's handsome because of his dreads. But, oh damn... He isn't so friendly. One of the group members see you, dead in the eyes, before looking at Tom and whispering in his ear.

He raises an eyebrow, and whispers back to his friend. Then he stands up.

What is he doing? (guess it your own not me gnajbanngngngalajaah)