... That wasn't there in the L'Manberg he was in. 

"This is why I do what I do, Tommy! This is why we need our weapons back!"

Tommy's voice goes to a normal pitch and volume, which is itself abnormal for Tommy. "Wait, Techno, did they seriously try and execute you? You told me about it, but I never--"

"They dropped an anvil! I almost died! I only survived because I had a secret, I had a totem. It saved me."

"That's fucked up."

"Yeah, it really is."

Connor raises his hand. "So is anyone going to help me orrrrrrrrrr... Maybe call someone who can help me..."

He is going to ask multiple questions to Tubbo, once Technoblade is not there.

Could Ranboo please hurry up so things can be lower stakes.

"We'll deal with this shortly," he says to Connor and Techno.

As if on cue: Ranboo! He tridents in to the conversation. 

“Ah, good, my trident!”

“Actually, um, that’s my trident, that was my trident—”

“Okay, whatever, just give me my stuff back and we’ll let Connor go, alright? Just give me back the crossbow and pickaxe at least, we’ve been here for like ten hours, just hand over the goods.” (They have not, in fact, even been there for an hour. It’s been around fifteen minutes.)

“Alright. We hand over the crossbow, and then you release Connor, and then you get your pick back.”

Crossbow slash rocket launcher: handed over. 

“Ah, my crossbow is back! Connor, you can go.”

The fishing line has at this point broken from Tommy fiddling with it. He nods magnanimously to Connor as though this were on purpose. “You’re off your lead now, for good.”

“Give me my pickaxe.” Tubbo hands it over. “The Technodrill is back! Alright, let me update my notebook. 40% complete. Alright, Tommy, we’re out of here!”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

He walks a few steps and turns back to look at Tubbo. Tubbo waves. Tommy waves back, a complicated expression on his face. And then he turns back to Techno and keeps walking. 

"That at least involved a minimum of bloodshed. Connor, do you require any more assistance."

"I'm fine. I'm just... going to go? I guess? I need a new house, I guess, Tommy evicted me."

To Tubbo: "Is there a reason he couldn't join L'Manberg."

“…No? I was under the impression he didn’t want to. He lived under the you-broke-up-with-little-penis sign for a while.”

One day he will get used to the Strings of Words you get here.

To Connor: "You could also build another house."

"Yeah, I mean, that was the plan. But if you're offering assistance I'll take... blocks..."

"Will you give me a better rating as president if I give you blocks."

"....Sure?"