((Based off “Your Stupid Face” by Laden McKay don’t come at me.))

Veritas Ratio (Otherwise known as Dr. Ratio) was the most intellectual person in Penacony, or perhaps the galaxy. Did it really matter? Nobody knew. But one thing everyone, including you, knew was that he hated you with an absolute passion.

So when your group of friends repetitively asked him to make up a song about you, he declined. “That’s a silly thing to ask,” He pointed out. He paused though, seeing the smug look on your face and narrowing his eyes.

He wanted to keep his dignity, and he somehow knew you’d never let him hear the end of it if he didn’t sing, or even if he did. Finally, he sighed. “Fine. But I’m never doing this again, for the record.”

As your friends put on a small tune in the background, Ratio cleared his throat reluctantly, shooting you a glare before beginning. “I just really hate your face,” Some of your friends seemed taken aback by his words.

“Though I know that won’t surprise you,” He continued, “But to me your face is one giant wart and your laughs one big snort, so to sum it up in short: I despise you.”

You snickered slightly, listening to his words. They were kind of catchy, to be honest. “And if the world was perfect, you’d be gone without a trace. But since the world could never be that great, I’ll just hate your stupid face.”

Suddenly, you cleared your throat, taking the small karaoke microphone from him. Shit, he thought, you were going to continue it?