The basic commentary has him tilting the book in his grip, his head tilt following suit. He lets out a dry scoff, feeling the weight to see just how hard he'd have to throw the thing down.

"Scrapbook," he corrects. "My first Death Arena."

He says it with little humor, and turns towards the room. Tossing it upwards to give it some momentum, he lets it slam heavily onto the steel plated floor.