"Okay."

It takes another five or ten minutes for everyone to read and agree to the wording, but eventually Dream reads out:

"On this day we’ve agreed that Tommy will remain on probation for 3 weeks and during that time the walls that are at L'Manberg will remain. However, if Tommy so much as walks out of line, the probation will be extended till Tommy is 18 and the walls will double in size. Signed: Tubbo and TommyInnit. Okay! You know what? Dream."

And he signs the book.

This... went better than it had any right to. Not that he's going to relax.

"And now it's in writing, okay, thank you!"

"Wait, you’ve agreed then! You’ve agreed that I can fucking-- What the fuck, that was easy!"

"Yeah, okay! Now leave, Tommy, we--"

"Well, now we get to take down the wall!"

"...No, you don’t get to take down the wall, because you’re on probation, Tommy."

"But you get to take down the wall!"

"No. The wall stays up until-- As long as you’re well behaved. If you’re well behaved then maybe you can take the wall down in three weeks, but until then the wall stays up. And if you do anything, Tommy, the wall gets bigger and larger, thicker."

"You-- no, we fucking-- fuck you!" And Tommy hits Dream. (It can't be very hard; Tommy's not wearing any armor, and Dream's in the glowing-purple armor.)

"WHY-- This is the Holy Land!"

Trying to attack somewhere it is taboo is a Good Reason to put his hands on Tommy's shoulders and try and gently pull him out of Dream-range.

He doesn't trust Dream to follow that taboo either, and he is armed, which is all the more reason to get Tommy back.

Dream doesn't do anything. Tommy lets himself be pulled away; Tubbo rounds on him. "You literally agreed to this! Okay? You know what it entails. You’ve read the document."

"You thought-- You thought I had a bad--" And Tommy laughs. "Do you have an enderchest, Tubbo?"

"No, I don't. Please don't--"

"Does anyone here have an enderchest?"

"I have an enderchest." And Dream places an enderchest, whatever that is-- it's a chest, yes, but a shiny black one, with the same purplish glow as his armor.

"Oh. My. God. Even on six hours of sleep-- Hey, Tubbo, you know how I always have those plans and they, and every time-- Let’s just recall. Everyone’s saying I’m being embarrassing. Watch this. Dream?"

"Yes, Tommy?"

"How many of my discs do you have on you?"

"I have... zero."

The Sense of Impending Doom is back. At least Tommy isn't attacking anyone anymore?

"And you know the whole thing I want from this, the whole our rival shit, our little beef, our drama, our squabbles if you will, all surround those discs. You know, I know Tubbo--"

"Skeppy has one and Tubbo has one."

"So you have zero. Dream, you fucking idiot! You idiot! You bitch! Dream, you know nothing. You know-- You- No, we don’t need this table, take it down. Take it down. I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy."