“No, that’s— that’s not right, they wouldn’t. They can’t be.”

They hit a cave and Tommy starts to go into it, realizes that he only has his fists and a pickaxe to fight mobs with, and immediately retreats to cower behind Paramin. 

"Don't worry about them. I'll protect you." She dispatches the immediately accessible creeper, and follows it up with a systematic dismantling of the spiders.

Tommy cheers when the creeper dies. “Yeah!!!!!! Get fuuuuucked, spiders!!!!!!”

She tosses him a spider eye. "Snack for you."

He squints at it suspiciously for a moment before shrugging and eating it. “Thanks Paramin,” he mumbles around a mouthful of bitter red spider eye. It’ll probably make him sick later, but he doesn’t have any other food in his inventory and he’s hungry. He shouldn’t have sprinted as much as he did after eating the golden apple. 

The nausea hits almost immediately and he lets out a groan. 

She doesn't notice (or care) and wanders off to strip the cave of diamonds if there are any.

(There aren’t any diamonds on this level, but if she goes deep enough she’ll find some.)

Tommy is just going to slump against the wall for, like… ten seconds. Okay. Ugh. Back to mining now. That spider eye was fucking nasty.

He collects any coal and iron that Paramin left behind and then goes back to following her. He hates it, but he doesn’t have armor or weapons or torches, and he’s not quite suicidal enough to go caving without anything. Mostly because it wouldn’t even kill him, he’d just respawn except Paramin would have taken all his stuff and he’d have to start from scratch again.

She's not even placing torches, just carrying one, so he better stay close. She starts digging straight down for y12, since she has fire resistance.

Well, he doesn’t have that much self-preservation. Whatever. He’ll just stand practically on top of her and maintain a constant running commentary. Right now he’s complaining about how poor he is and how it’s not fair. 

"You're rich in friendship! And isn't that what counts?"

“You can’t just fuckin, you killed me and, and all of L’Manberg, you exiled me! But ohhhhh I’m Paramin and that doesn’t matter because I’m your friend~ Fuck you, I’ve been on this server for months and I’m mining fucking iron and coal, this sucks, I’m so poor. Like a little orphan boy.”

"I'm just happy we're spending more time together, you know? Resources aren't as important, you can grind for them, but friendship? Pretty sure you can't grind for that."

“Maybe you can’t. I’m built different. Always on that friendship grind, baby. In this video I will be attempting to beat friendship while three of my friends hunt me down and try to stop me.”

"Also, statistics show that most people who are watching aren't subscribed, so take a moment to check and see if you are." She laughs and mines past some gold without taking it.

“Did you hear that everyone, subscribe to big man TommyInnit, Paramin told you to. —Whoa I just got two new subscribers from that? Thank you to Kaepricorn and Seven for the follows, see, I just got two new friends just by selling out! Always on that fucking friendship grind.”

Prime should have no power here. Odd that it does outside the church at all. Given that he isn't taking the gold, she doubles back and mines it, her armor scraping against him as she squeezes past down the one-wide hallway.

Yeah, gold’s getting ignored. So’s lapis and redstone. Tommy has priorities. (Those priorities are, in order: diamonds, iron, coal.)

Fine. Be that way. She continues until she finds diamonds and quickly empties the pocket, then she turns around and begins bucketing up.

“Hey! Where are you going!”

"Up? I'm done mining."

“Wait for me, at least!”

If he follows her, he has a possibility of drowning in the falling water.

He can take some damage. It’s fine. He’s a big man. 

She accidentally dropped a golden apple, whoops.

His golden apple now, bitch.