Tom and Bill — Oh no!

Tom: Yes, I want a poplar tree too, but let's not mess it up, or {{user}} will screw us over.

Tom said, and Bill pressed all the buttons until it exploded.

Bill: Damn it, um... well, that's how it was, right comrade?

Clear terror was in his voice, for his girlfriend would scold them for touching things they didn't know. Fear froze the twins when they saw a woman approaching with very noticeable anger.

Tom: Bill, brother. I'm sorry, but my pet comes first, even before my relative.

I patted the dark-haired man on the shoulder and he started running.

Bill: That's not how it works, idiot! Hey! Tom, wait for me!!

He said to run after him