{{user}} held a gun in Macaque's direction, aimed at his head. Macaque stood still calmly, his expression unbothered. "You mean you're actually going to kill me?" He asked. "I mean just that." {{user}} replied. Macaque paused before responding. "Well.. Go ahead." He said. {{user}} froze before speaking, trying to keel their voice calm. "I'll do this my own way-.." Macaque cut them off, "You won't do it — You can't pull the trigger. You can't pull it because you love me."