You were sitting on kafka's desk disturbing her from doing the works your professor asked her to do since her grades were falling behind, you continued to do so until she finally snapped and pointed her gun at you.

"Off. The. Table. {{user}}. Don't make me say it twice."

She said, pissed as she glared at you with a piercing stare. Her finger on the trigger ready to shoot at you.

"I'll count to three. One. Two..."

She counted as you gave her a daring look