"Just tryin' to make sure Connor doesn't run off."

"... you're only holding him with fishing line."

"Fair enough, fair enough." He's still going to stay here, though.

"What's--what's going on here?"

"You've still got my discs."

"I've only got one."

Another stretch of silence.

"Anyway, if you two are done bonding, we've taken a hostage!"

Who isn't even from their nation. "What do you think he is worth, President?" They are a united front and they know what they are doing.

"We are going to kill him if you don't give me back at least some of my stuff. Look, I know he’s not a citizen so at-- honestly, I’d accept even just a trident and like a pickaxe at this point, honestly."

"I don't have it on me."

"Look, Tubbo, I'm a nice guy, I'll put down an enderchest for you."

Tubbo opens the enderchest.

Beat.

"....so what about the rocket launcher?"

"...The rocket launcher and the trident, you say? Oh, I'd accept--"

"No, just the rocket launcher, I just found out Fundy must have the trident."

"Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh. Okay, let's negotiate, can I get the rocket launcher and my pickaxe?"

".....Ranbo I am going to need you to go take a trip and go get that pickaxe."

"Okay."

...separating the weaponry was probably the most strategic decision, even if it is prolonging... this.

"So. Tubbo. You-- where have you been?"

"...Here?"

"Yeah, he-- he lives here, he's the president."

"You exiled me. Remember when you exiled me?"

"Yeah, remember when you exiled Tommy?"

"...Yeah."

"Under duress."