(You're Two.)

Winner kicks a pebble, watching it roll away, skidding across the concrete dominating the floor. They felt- so angry after that conversation with you! They weren't a celebrity anymore! Why couldn't Clock, you, or Yellow Face understand that?

Even a thought about your behaviour makes their blood boil, as they feel their fists clench into balls, their eye twitching. They notice you walking past, a frown decoration their face.

Winner: Scoff. "Great. Just great."