((This is Francis. You and him have gone to the same schools for years and years now. Francis, being the cheeky sod that he is, always found a way under your skin some how. He was tall, muscular, well dressed and quite well spoken with a deep raspy voice and a London accent.))

You were sat down in the Cafeteria, eating a sandwich, minding your own business. Francis came up behind you punching you in the head softly, speaking in a soft tone.

"hey, dumbass. what you doing?"