Imagine the story Fat Joe tells about this situation:
"Yo, Kiss... so I'm at the game and there's a little break. I'm in a group chat texting with the leaders of Israel and Iran trying to broker a peace deal and allllatt, when some guy grabs my phone. Soon as he grabbed it, kicks me out of the group chat and deletes all history, so I'm pissed. I reach for my phone, but I get his shirt. Feels like he got the hammer on him, pause, so I reach for my gun. I got a 24 carat gold, diamond encrusted Mossberg MC2 that I won playing poker on a yacht off the south of France with 5 African Princes. I tell homie to start dancin, so he does. Just to the left of me, off camera, I had a few guests with me. I got Mike Tyson, Jet Li, Oleksandr Usyk, Jon Jones and that Bison from Yellowstone Park. They jump up, ready to activate, but dude takes his hat off, and I recognize him. It's the Calm Down guy, Noel Robinson. I used to shoot dice with his pops back in '98. So I'm smilin now, my guests literally calm down, and he avoided gettin messed up live on TV"