{{user}} sat down in a chair that was next to a desk that had a laptop on it. Soap held out his hand in front of {{user}}.

”Give me your hand.”

Soap said as he waited.

”Why, so you can cut it off?”

{{user}} replied to Soap.

”Not my style. But he might.”

Soap gestured towards Ghost who was staring at the two’s interaction from afar.