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"I'm doing good aren't I Bill?" Tommy praised himself through his ear piece as he walked around the roofs of London's homes making sure there weren't any wrongens doing anything. 

Billzo sighed, "You're being a Bozo Tommy, you haven't stopped any danger stop praising yourself." 

"You're just jealous that I'm here stopping danger and you're not." 

"Oh my god, Tommy you carry a literal raccoon in your backpack there isn't much I need to be jealous of." Tom crumpled his noise and turned his com off. 

No one should insult Finn like that, he is a helpful crime fighter and probably more helpful than Bill. Tommy thought and nodded, because of course he was right.

Tommy turned to the raccoon on his backpack, "he's jealous of us Finn, we're too cool for him." 

Finn gave him a paw, "yeah exactly mate-"

"Hey! Kid!" A voice called out behind Tommy, "What are you doing out?" 

Tommy turned around to see one of the top 5 heroes, Philza. O h my god it's Philza. But then he heard Bill in his ear, "If you get caught don't I have nothing to do with it." 

His eyes widened, "Just patrolling, nice weather innit?" 

Philza looked at him with a suspicious look, "Yeah it is mate, could you show us your identification? Just since there's been a lot of illegal things happening around here recently.'' He asked Tommy. 

"Uh..yeah of course one second." Tommy turned around and started rummaging in his pockets for something Freddie and Tubbo had designed for him.

Philza called out from behind him, "Hey mate, you okay over there?" he asked. 

"Yeah one second!" Tommy was not panicking, of course not, he's TommyInnit, He never panics. 

He found the remote and wrote in bold words it read, "DO NOT LET IN THE HANDS OF TOMMY-'' There's a lot of Tommy's in the world though that couldn't possibly be me, "-INNIT.'' well that's just rude. He thought

Well I'll just use it and tell them I didn't see it, He thought, solid plan Toms. 

"Hey, could you please hurry up? I gotta go help out some more." Philza asked and smiled at Tommy when he turned back to him. 

Tommy laughed, "Yeah It's at my house so I'll go get it right now." 

Philza sighed, "No mate-" and with that Tommy ran off the building, Finn in hand and straight into a trash bin. 

"Ouch." Tommy groaned, "That fuckin' hurt man, why didn't you tell me there was a fucking trash at the end of the roof."

Bill replied, "You never asked m-" 

"TommyInnit you shit face! WHERE'S MY TECH THAT FREDDIE AND I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON?!" Tubbo's voice echoed through his ears. 

Oh shit Tubbo's going to kill me. 

"Hey Tubs, about that it wasn't my fault-" He quickly turned his ear piece off. Yes this could cause future problems but current Tommy has nothing to do with future Tommy, so he'll let future Tom deal with it. 

"Kid stop running, we're not going to hurt you!" Philza called out behind him as he was about to jump off the roof. 

" We're ?!" Tommy panted as he started running and slipping on trash bags, "When did there become more than one.'' He let out a manly squawk  as he ran into a spider-web. He rubbed it off his face and somehow when he wasn't looking, he ran into a pile of stacked trash bags.

God damn you, London trash folk. He thought as he fell back onto someone's old mattress.

A voice came out, "Stop trying to escape would you?" Tommy looked up to see the top 2 hero, Blade. 

"N-n-no." Tommy squinted and then widened his eyes, trying to clear his vision. 

"Who are you?" Tommy looked at the hero in the middle, he obviously knew who he was but he decided it would be funny to mess with them. 

"I'm-who are you?" Walle asked as he crossed his arms and looked at the 6'3 blonde boy. 

Tommy started annoying him, "I'm me, who are you hm?" He argued back.

"The 3rd hero, Walle. I don't know how you wouldn't know who I am." Wilbur mumbled, as if being humbled by a 17 year old was the end of his world. 

Tommy wanted to laugh at him, of course Tommy knew who he was. But watching Walle being humbled by a literal minor was the funniest thing that had ever happened to Tommy.

Tommy shook his head, "Yeah no clue mate." He agreed, "maybe you're just not very memorable I guess, especially with a name like Walle, I mean like what sort of name is that?" 

Walle looked mad and as if he was about to defenestrate Tommy, as if there were any windows nearby that Tommy could be thrown out of. Maybe into but out of, not a very big chance. 

Tommy made an awkward face, "Well, this was fun wasn't it fellas? But it seems I've hit a nerve, I'mma get going now." He smiled and turned his back to them. 

"Hold on there you little brat," Walle exclaimed behind him, "you literally don't have a say when you leave or when you say."

This guy just doesn't give up doesn't he? Geez. 

"Well I reckon I can." Tommy argued back, "Unless you want the tiger behind you to attack you, I recommend you let me go." Tommy pointed behind Walle, to the sheet-covered cargo box alone with snores coming out loudly. 

Walle turned around in fear, while Tommy took another one of Tubbos gadgets that he had stolen and grappling hooked himself to the nearest roof. 

"That was Rocky, our cat! He does bite if you take his food!" Tommy yelled from atop to Walle, "Oh and your hero name isn't very poggers!" 

Tommy started running onto another roof and to the shared apartment he had with a few friends. His adrenaline had worn off and now as he finally made it home he was aching. 

He looked at Finn who was happily eating a muffin, "No no no no Finn!" He cried out, "That was Tubbos 'I'm sorry for stealing your stuff' muffin!" 

Finn dropped the muffin and hid back into the bag, not even the raccoon wanted to deal with Tubbo's rage. 

"Very helpful Finn, let's hope I don't get murdered." 

With that Tommy walked into the home through their balcony and saw Tubbo in the kitchen cutting away. He was cutting fast and so hard you could hear the knife hitting the cutting board. 

Well shit, he seems really pissed right now.

"Hey Tubs." Tommy waved, trying to not sound 'dick-ish' as Tubbo calls his tone.

"Tommy fucking Innit, you are in so much trouble! How couldn't you have told me you stole the tech that Freddie and I have been working on for the past month and a half??! It was written in bold words for you not to touch! Bold words!! And you still touched it!" Tubbo yelled at him. 

Tommy put his hands up, "In my defense the letters blend really well into the remote so it'd be impossible for anyone to tell." 

"I will call up those heros right now and make them take you to wherever they out wrongens like you.'' Tubbo threatened, pointing a kitchen knife at the blonde boy. 

"Hey! I'm not a wrongen! That's just rude." 

Tubbo sighed, "Tommy go to bed, it's 4 in the morning. I'd rather let Bill defenestrate you in the morning since it'd be more fun." 

Tommy made a face, "Thanks Tubs, appreciate that."

"Tommy." Toby warned. 

"Okay, okay goodnight Tubbo."

"Goodnight." 

With that Tommy was off to his room, Finn in hand and blanket in another. The two fell asleep, dreaming about crime fighting and muffins. 

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"How did you manage to break it?!"

Tommy had given Tubbo back his prototype grappling hook and the bouncing shoes and it was safe to say that Tubbo was going to defenestrate him.

In his defense it was Bill's fault because he didn't tell Tom that there was a drop when jumping house to house.

Tommy stood tall and confident, knowing Tubbo would believe him. "It was actually all Bill's fault, so if you got anyone to get mad at. It's him." Tommy pointed to grogy Billzo, who was eating his breakfast and typing away on his phone.

Bill looked shocked, "Mate I didn't do shit okay? It wasn't my fault Tom got caught by the hero's and decided to run." He replied, mouth stuffed with Captain Crunch.

"You didn't tell me that there was going to be a literal drop into fuckin' trash!" Tommy fired back at Billzo.

who does this dude think he's winning over? Tubbo obviously believes me.

Bill squinted his eyes and said, "Tommy you have literally stolen all of Tubbo's tech and broke it. Stop trying to put the blame on me, you muppet."

"Come on Tubs, do you really believe this guy over me? Your best friend?" Tommy made a pouty face and looked at Tubbo.

Tubbo shook his head, "Frankly I believe Bill over you most days."

"That's not even fair." Tommy grumbled, "but to make it up to you, do you want a muffin?" The blonde held out Finn's half eaten muffin from the previous night with a grin. 

Tubbo grimaced at him, "Tommy thats a half eaten muffin!" 

"Yes but muffin!" 

"what the hell are you on about?" Tubbo questioned. 

"Nothing man, nothing!" Tommy disagreed, "it's a muffin for you and if you don't want it, I'll take it." 

"Take it Tom. I don’t want it."

Tommy started walking away into his room but Tubbo called after him, "Tommy give my donut back." Tubbo said from behind his desk.

TommyInnit a thief? In this economy? Never.

Tommy gave a fake look of shock and put his hand over his chest, "Me? A thief? Are you joking Tubs? I'm no thief." He countered the absurd, but true, accusation.

Tubbo stares at him, "I literally just saw you

"Fine." Tommy groaned and put Toby's glazed donut onto his desk.

"Hey Bosscoon, where ya at-" 

Tommy heard a crash and looked to see Freddie, who had crashed into the table where Bill was eating. Spilling the soggy cereal all over Freddie's head, along with some on the floor and onto Bill's lap. 

"Oh my god. Freddie what the fuck are you doing." Bill bent over the chair and looked to Freddie, who layed dazed and on his back staring up at the ceiling. 

"I don't even know anymore." He answered, "I was chasing Finn around with a muffin." 

Tommy looked around to see Finn happily playing with the cords. So it seemed that Freddie was in his 'mum arc' as Tom called it, until his sad defeat by a dining table. 

Billzo squinted and looked to Freddie as if he was crazy, "You were chasing a raccoon with a muffin? A fucking raccoon?" 

"Yes Bill, a raccoon. If you hadn't realized we've been living with one for the past 2 months." He reminded him, "and stop looking at me like that." 

Tom decided it'd be a good idea to grace them all with his presence. "G'morning, how are you lot doing?" He asked as he opened the fridge, unknowingly he got Finn's attention and he ran to him. 

Freddie picked his head up and looked at the Raccoon and the blonde, confused and astonished. "You're telling me it was that easy to get him to let go of those stupid cords." 

"Yup." Tommy's muffled voice came from the fridge as he started looking for leftover food. 

Freddie groaned and his head dropped back onto the floor with a thump. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope I'm most definitely not kidding you mate." Tommy's voice had became even more muffled as he stuffed an old grilled cheese sandwich. 

Tubbo looked at him disgusted, "Tommy thats like almost a month old, why the fuck are you eating it!?" 

"Tastes fine Tubs." 

"You are so strange Tommy." 

"You've just noticed this?" Bill intervened as he looked between the three and his phone. 

Tommy shot back, "You're one to talk asshat." 

"At least I dont smell like raccoon piss half the time." 

"At least I fight crime."

"You don't." 

"I d- OW!" 

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Tommy was awakened from his sleep by a nurse, "mate, you gotta get up." The voice cooed at the younger boy. 

Tommy's eyes adjusted to see Phil, if this was any other nurse Tommy would've thrown a fit. But since it was Phil, he swung his legs over his hospital bed with a groan. 

His back had been hurting much more than usual but he knew if he told Phil or any of the doctors, he would have those horrid meds put down his throat again. 

"What do I have to do today?" He questioned, not really wanting an answer from the nurse.

"Doc wants to check your levels and see how you're doing." Phil was folding Tommy's sheets while Tommy headed to the washroom. 

"So no jabbing needles into me today?" His muffled voice came through from behind the door. 

"Not a hundred percent sure, if I'm honest mate." 

Tommy sighed and turned on the water. While he brushed his teeth he thought about the dream he had. He was some sort of hero and Phil and Techno and Wilbur were there. Even Bill and Freddie, and Tubbo..

Tommy wanted the dream to be real or maybe he needed it to be.

Tommy shook his head but rinsed his mouth and splashed some water in his face.  He dried his face and with his IV pole in hand, he opened the door and saw Phil checking Tommy's clipboard. 

Tommy walked over to Phil and went, "PHILZA MINECRAFT!" Elongating the minecraft part. 

"Tommy we've been over this since you were 7, I did not create minecraft." Phil chuckled and reminded him.

"If I asked the doc she'd say you created minecraft." Tommy argued, "and she's your wife." 

"Well- that's just her biased opinion." 

"We'll ask her then." Tommy shrugged, "what does she want to do this time anyway?" 

Phil looked through Tommy's chart again and then answered, "she wanted to check your vitals and maybe do some PT with you." 

"Physical therapy again?" Tommy whined, "I hate that place. I'm always in pain from it, man." 

Phil chuckled, "well it's been working hasn't it?" Tommy stood silent, not wanting to agree with his nurse. "Exactly mate." 

Tommy grumbled at Phil, "where's Finn?" Phil asked, searching Tommy's hands for the longtime friend. 

"Phil I'm 16! I dont need some stuffed animal!" 

"You sure mate? If you say so."  Phil shrugged. 

"Can I get it please." Tommy mumbled quietly. 

"What?" Phil asked but Tommy knew he had heard him the first time. 

"Can I get Finn." Tommy spoke up a bit louder. 

"Sure mate." 

Tommy ran back into his room and grabbed Finn off his bed and back into the hall, where Phil stood. 

"Easy kid, don't hurt yourself- oh no." Phil got cut off by Tommy, who started having a coughing fit. He held his knees as he coughed, trying his best to not suffocate. 

"I'm a-okay bossman." Tommy held a thumbs up while trying to get more air in. 

Phil still looked worried, "You sure kid?" He questioned. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't call anyone, I'm fine." Tommy, who was still heaving and leaning against Phil, held another thumbs up. 

No way in hell was Tommy let anyone give him that inhaler nor those meds again. Never.

Once he had caught his breath, the two of them took the elevator down to Dr. Kristin's, if Tommy was honest he loved going to the docs but he dreaded the PT. 

It always left him in pain and it never really helped him. Doc said it'd be good for his recovery but if anyone was honest with him, he knew he'd be dead before he managed to become an adult.

The blonde walked in with Phil, Kristin was already in the room waiting for them.

"Tommy! How's my favorite kid doing?" Her voice was cheery and welcoming, Tommy couldn't help but smile at the woman. 

"Doin' good." Tommy replied, "also Phil created minecraft." 

Phil disagreed, "You- no I didn't!" 

"No no, you're right Tommy. He did create minecraft!" Kristen said as she sat down with a laugh. 

"See Phil, I was right. Philza Minecraft will live on!" Tommy lifted his arm as if to salute the name with a smirk. He was proud of that name. 

Phil tried to voice his disappointment but he gave in, "You- fine kid. Fine but the name should change." 

"Nuh uh mate. Philza minecraft is the poggest name in the world." Tommy said. 

"Poggest? I'll go with it." Phil and Doc agreed. 

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The doc had talked with Tommy about adding more meds to his plan but Tommy refused, since the last time he had agreed to have new meds, it almost made his lungs burn.

"Come on Tom. You need to have new meds." The doc insisted. 

Tommy shook his head, "Sorry no can do doc!" He smiled, trying to hide the pain that burned his back and lungs. 

"Tommy-" 

"Nope I'm good thanks. Can I go outside today?" 

"Sure Tom." The doc nodded. Tommy never wanted to annoy her but he didn't want the meds back, he'd just managed to make Phil think he's doing better and he didn't want it all to go to hell. 

Tommy gave her a nod and walked out and his head was pounding, it was hard for him to focus on anything anyone had been asking him.

Phil kept blabbering something about how he should take the meds and that it'd make him better.

Tommy loved Phil, he did but if Phil said anything more about the meds, he was going to defend him. 

Once they managed to get back into Tom's room, Phil had gotten paged before he could lecture Tommy on the goodness of his medication. And so Tommy was left alone with himself and his thoughts. 

Tommy decided it was time for him to go back to the garden and so he grabbed his book and headed out.

On his way out he saw Ms. Puffy, she was one of his favorite nurses. She always made sure he was comfortable and well cared for. 

He greeted her with a smile, even though it couldn't be seen under his mask.

"Morning Tom! How's my boy doing?" She laughed from behind her desk as she looked through patient charts. 

Tom laughed at the nickname, "doin' good Captain. How's everything been with you lot here?" He asked. 

"Been okay, there's been a lot of backup with some of the monitors and I can't seem to find where I could get any." She sounded tired, the eye bags covered by makeup made Tommy worry for her a bit. 

"Well I think you'll find a way! You're Captain Puffy! You got this mate!" 

She laughed and thanked the boy for his kind words, "where you headed?" She asked. 

"Garden." 

"Well I'll walk with you then, yeah?" She questioned as she got her pager off the desk. Tommy gave a nod and started walking to the stairs. 

"Has..has Tubbo been around yet?" His voice was hushed and muffled due to the mask.

Even with the oxygen tube in his nose that he'd had, it had been getting tougher for him to get air into his lungs.

Maybe it was for the fact that he had an incurable disease that might kill you from suffocation. 

The captain sighed, she didn't want to tell Tom that his old best friend hadn't visited him for the last 5 years.

"No not yet Tom, but I'm sure he'll be around soon." She smiled and replied, "But Dreams coming back in a bit from his work trip! It'll be fun to see your dad again yeah?" 

Adoptive dad you mean. 

"Ye definitely, can't wait." 

"Okay well this is my stop kiddo, I'll see you around, yeah? Also I think Clementine might be coming around some time soon!" She said and waved off as she entered the nursery wing. 

Tommy smiled, he loved Clementine. She was a great companion and an even better excuse to get out of the hospital. 

Once Tommy had gotten into the garden, he went to sit down on his usual bench but some bitch had stolen his bench.

What the fuck is this bitch doing on my bench

Tommy sneered at the dirty blonde haired boy who was listening to music with his eyes closed. Tommy went up to him and said, "why are you on my bench?" He demanded the slightly taller boy. 

The boy took his earbuds out and looked at Tommy, "Um I'm sorry?" He questioned, looking to see Tommy's expression for an answer. 

Great. An American. Tommy internally rolled his eyes at the darker haired kid. 

"Yeah you should be," he scoffed, "get off." 

The boy shook his head and answered, "I'm not going to sit on the grass dude, we can share it you know?" 

Oh my god Americans now a days

Tommy would've put up a bigger argument but he was about to have another coughing fit if he didn't sit down and take a break. He grumbled and sat down next to the other kid and decided to read his book. 

Tommy was reading one of Technos favorite books, "The art of War." He liked this book, though he hasn't read many of the books himself but Techno's favorite book seemed to entertain Tommy. 

"So..how long have you been here?" The taller boy questioned him. 

Tommy groaned,"Why?" 

"Well we should make conversation shouldn't we? We might as well talk." The boy shrugged. 

"Fine." Tommy gave an annoyed sigh and shut his book, "10 years maybe don't know. You?" 

" Got here a couple weeks ago, nothing special." He said, "why have you been here so long?" 

Nosey american

"Got some illness and everyones been telling me I'll survive it." 

"But?" 

Tommy sighed, does he want my life story or something now?   "Look at me." 

The boy looked at Tommy and noticed the paleness of his skin and the slightly visible eye bags. The pink-ish scars that lingered around his arms stuck out like a sore thumb, making it hard for him to ignore them.

The thing the boy couldn't see was the amount of scars that were on Tommy's chest from the surgeries that all of Tom's doctors had thought would help fix him. Which inevitably only fucked him up more. 

"Well, I say we become friends. What's the worst that could happen?" The bench boy said while holding his hand out for Tom to shake.

Tommy looked at the boy's hand and back to the boy. Tubbo hadn't visited him in years so maybe having a new friend wouldn't be too bad. 

Nor had anyone near Tom's age bothered to hang out with him once he had gotten sick, because 'god forbid the sick kid isn't disgusting or dirty.' Tommy never really experienced having normal friends since he was six. 

"A'ight. Friends." Tommy shook his hand. 

"What's your name by the way?" He asked. 

"Tommy." 

"Ranboo." 

"I'll see you around Ranboob." 

Ranboo laughed, "See you around Tomathy." 

Tommy grimaced but chuckled, "What sort of posh name is that?" He asked laughing while he stood up with his bag slung over his shoulder and started walking away. 

"Don't know," he laughed, "but I'll talk to you later! Bye!" The two waved goodbye and Tom decided that it'd be good to go visit the NICU and see if Puffy was there.

The boy decided it'd be a good idea to maybe give Puffy some lunch too, since he knew how busy she was and that she never gave herself a break.

He walked into the hospital's new cafe and ordered the food. As much as he hated eating, he knew Puffy would be disappointed in him for not eating but she would get over it sooner or later. 

He waited 20 minutes and then got Puffy her avocado toast. Tommy then headed to the elevator. After a couple minutes waiting for one, he had finally managed to get a non out of service one. 

And finally the lanky boy had made it to the ninth floor without having a coughing fit. Once he walked through the door, he saw a sleepy Puffy holding a baby. Probably calming it down for it to sleep. 

"That baby looks like one of the minecraft villagers." Tommy spoke out loudly. 

Puffy jumped slightly and laughed, "don't slander the baby." She fake scolded him, "did you bring lunch?" 

Tommy held up the brown paper bag and set it down on the table. "Did you get yourself anything? You know Cara wouldn't like you not eating." Bad's voice rang out.

"Yeah I did,don't worry Bad." He lied. 

"Good." 

Puffys voice called out, "oh Tom! By the way I think Phil wanted to talk to you about something! He's in your room." She said and started eating. 

If this is about the meds again I'm going to fucking kill someone 

"Thanks Cara, I'll go see what the old man wants." He faked a smile. Puffy gave a thumbs and he walked to his room. 

Thankfully his room and the NICU hadn't been too far away. Tommy walked by a couple holding their newborn kid, That is one ugly child he thought. 

Once he had gotten to his room, Phil was standing outside his door. "Tommy!" He called out. 

"Old man." He greeted. 

Phil sighed, "I'm 33." 

"Old." 

"Yeah, yeah whatever kid." Phil opened the door to his room and Tommy stood shocked staring at the person who stood in front of him. His voice somehow had gotten stuck in his throat, he didn't know how to speak and everything seemed to move in slow motion. It had been so long since he'd last seen him. 

"Surprise!" The voice yelled, it was cheery and happy. 

"Tommy? What's wrong? It's Dream!" Phil said with a smile

That was when Tommy ran at Dream and engulfed him in a hug.

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Hi everyone! i’m so so sorry that i’ve literally never gotten around to writing the 5th chapter and it’s been almost 2yrs i think hahaha. anyway, enough with that but i will be starting to write the 5th chapter this week so hopefully it’ll be out by this weekend !! i’m so so sorry i hope you all are doing well and thank you so so much for all the love 🧡

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Tommy's vision was blurred as his eyes opened, his back felt cold and a tad numb. But slowly his vision became clearer and he saw his surroundings, he was in a grocery store? He tried to move his arms, only to realize he was tied up to a....a fucking freezer door. 

How the fuck did I end up here??  Then he remembered, dumb Tubbo and his plates. He groaned at the reminder. 

Tommy tried to move away from the door and he started moving farther away from the door, "Lets go, not even dumb rope can stop the unbeatable TommyInnit." He said triumphantly, only to be abruptly stopped by the same door he thought he fought to defeat.

"Good job kid." A man mocked him. 

Tommy rolled his eyes, "Yeah thanks." He said, "Untie me." 

The guy waved his index finger back and forth to signal a sort of 'no.' 

"Not until you tell us where you put our jewels." Another man said, his voice sounded young. Maybe a bit older than Tommy but definitely not taller. 

"What do you mean 'not until you tell us where you put our jewels?' I didn't touch whatever dumb jewels you lot have." Tommy gave him a confused look. 

The first man intervened, "We know you took them."

"Look dude, it's late, I didn't take shit alright?" Tommy said, his arms were going to get burned by the rope soon and there was a good chance Tubbo was going to make him restore another window if he wasn't back in time. 

"Then why are you here hm?" The one in a beanie asked, "We gave the man who stole our jewels a letter saying to come here at this time." 

"You do know there are other people in the stupid store right?" Tommy raised his eyebrows at the men. No one said anything and the only thing that followed after Tommy's words was complete silence. 

"You see anyone else? Or hear them?" Beanie man asked. 

"Maybe you scared 'em off." He suggested. 

The taller man snickered, "Sure, flatty patty is so intimidating and scary." He mocked again.

"Oh shut up you ram bitch." 'flatty patty' argued back, flinging his gun towards the taller man lightly. 

"Yeah yeah whatever you say flatty patty." Ram guy disregarded, "Now, about the jewels. Where'd you put them?" 

Tommy groaned, "Again. Didn't touch them but I can tell you how I got here and why I'm not the guy who stole them." He suggested. 

"Alright, try us." Flatty Patty said. 

"Untie me first." 

"We're not stupid." 

"Suree," Tommy said mockingly, "I'm not a dumbass either y'know, I got nowhere to go and you'd obviously try and shoot me."

"You're not as dumb as I thought." Ram guy complimented. 

"You're not a big of a bitch either." Tommy remarked. 

"Haha good one kid." Flatty Patty said, "Now tell us why you're not the guy who stole our jewels."

Tommy groaned, where are heroes when you need them?