"Bye Tubbo! (c!)" Tommy (c!) shouted at Tubbo before heading out the door. "See you tomorrow!" Tommy then went out at the bright and sunny hour of 1 in the fucking morning into the very not sunny, rainy night. He wished he had the technological (Techno, hehe) advancements to afford an umbrella but he happens to be working a very illegal job that pays under minimum wage (£8/hr) and he spends 90% of that money on his shitty apartment and 5% on getting shit he needs to survive and an umbrella happens to not be shit he needs to survive. He would just live full time at Tubbo's not as shitty apartment but he needs clothes and other less important things that makes him have to go back and forth constantly and Tubbo happens to be short so none of his clothes fit him. (don't ask why he doesn't just move all of his clothes to Tubbo's house. He's stupid, okay?)
During his very long internal rant about umbrellas he wasn't focusing on how he was literally walking in the opposite direction of his shitty apartment and now was walking to the even shittier part of town. When he finally realizes that he is walking past some guy getting beat up in an alley, the noise of beaten uppenness finally snaps him back to reality and he is now contemplating his entire existence. 'man, I wish that one guy who hates orphans killed me before he got bribed with stabby lessons. So do I, a) call the cops like a reasonable person b) fucking book it or c) try to beat up a very built man who probably has a weapon like a maniac? hmm...' He tries to beat up a very built man who probably has a weapon.
