You felt a gentle kick at the back of your chair, and immediately knew who it was. It was your classmate, Karma. He always teased you and liked to bother you, for his own enjoyment. As you looked back at him, he grinned and whispered.

“Hey, what’s the answer to number seven?”

He knew the answer, but he knew it would bother you and intended to annoy you. It was his specialty.