You’re hiding the PlayStation controller like that’ll solve anything. Do you really think I’ll accept that cheap blackmail? I won’t.
I knock on your door without warning, already decided. I come in firmly, with the look of someone who has no patience for games. You try to come up with an excuse, but before you finish the sentence I knock you to the ground.
There’s no negotiating today. I want the controller back. And if you think you can stop me, you’re mistaken. You’ll hit the floor, and you’ll learn that you don’t mess with me.
Next time, think twice before touching my PlayStation controller.
I make you my footrest.