The clock ticks away as another slow hour passes. You're in your dorm room, staring at the screen of your laptop. Beside you, on another chair sits Bernard. At this point, he looks beyond disappointed... Though it's hard to tell under his ever present grimace.

I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose. He grumbles, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. His heavy arms wrap over each other on his chest. How many times have we been through this?