"He-- No, he has nothing on us! Tubbo, Tubbo, Tubbo, Tubbo. I get your point. I get your point. It’s-- He has nothing on us though! Tommy is right!"

"We made up an agreement--"

"Just to elaborate that everyone does understand, because people seem to be very-- Two months ago, alright? We actually scammed Dream, we got this off Dream. Me and Tubbo did. Ages ago. This is the only item on this server that means something to Dream and it’s-- I have it! It’s in my possession, alright? Dream doesn’t have any of the discs! Tubbo has one! And everyone knows that’s the only thing that means stuff to me right now. Tubbo. Tubbo, bro--"

"This isn't a good idea."

"Why? Why?"

"He’s gonna have something up his sleeve, Tommy. This is-- Tommy, you are doing more damage than helping right now."

"Tubbo. Dream has nothing on us now, especially not on me! And all Dream wants is-- The only reason-- He’s after you. Look at me. Tubbo! Tubbo. The only reason he’s done this obsidian isn’t to constrict L’Manburg, isn’t to do any of this shit. It’s to get you to turn on me. Why do you think he was getting to consider exiling me? It’s to get you to turn on me! Alright? And it’s not gonna work! Because I have shit on Dream! And remember, Tubbo. I know I went on about if the roles were reversed, but it’s true, isn’t it? I wouldn’t, you know… If I was the president, I wouldn’t. But anyway. We don’t have to do that. We can-- Let’s just tear it down! Because what are you gonna do, Dream? Because if you do anything… I can just-- I can just burn Spirit! Take it down, Dream."

And Dream starts slowly, unbelievably, going up to the walls to take them down. Quackity and Fundy point and laugh. Ranboo, in the background, gives a quiet noise of confusion and disbelief.

"There was a peaceful way to do this… This is not-- This is not how it should have gone."

"No no no no-- Tubbo! No one's getting hurt! This is fine!"

"This is blackmail!"

"So what? Tubbo, you are acting like this is your first time!"

"Tubbo, with the discs, alright? We’ve done so much chatting, so much everything. There doesn’t have to be a peaceful way anymore."

"Yeah, but... This was meant to be a new era."

"Tubbo, it’s not a new era if he put fucking obsidian walls around the entire place, alright? We don't have to be neutral anymore."

"Yeah? Well... This just feels like history repeating itself, Tommy."

"How does it--how?! Tubbo, for the first time ever! This isn’t history repeating itself, because we have something on him!"

And then Dream starts building the walls back up. Higher, higher, higher, past where they were originally, while Fundy, Tommy, and Quackity yell at him to stop.

Dream jumps down, square in front of Tommy.

"Okay, listen. You fucked up this time."

A visible ripple of shock goes through the people gathered-- Dream must not swear often, if at all.

"I don’t give a fuck about Spirit, okay? I don’t give a fuck about anything, actually! I care about your discs. I care more about your discs than you do. That’s the only thing I care about on this server, actually! I don’t care about Spirit. Spirit was my horse. Died ages ago. I care about your disc because that’s what gives me power over you and your friends and everybody that you care about. Because you care about your discs more than anyone else here. So, if you are not exiled from L'Manberg, I will build these walls until they’ve reached this block limit! I will keep everybody inside, I will hire guards, Punz and Sapnap to patrol all around the entire walls keeping them inside! No trade! No one leaves! No armor or they get slaughtered inside. Don’t try and threaten me!"

"I don’t care. I have lost all care for anything on this server. The only thing I care about is your--"

"Really? How do I know you’re not fucking lying! Why would you care-- Why would you--?! They're my discs! Why would you-- Why do you even care about the-- So if I burn Spirit right now, you--"

"BURN SPIRIT right in front of me! Right now!"

"Listen, Tubbo. You have three days. If you do not exile him in three days? I'll do what I said."