[Context = Craig (and all other classmates) are the same age as you]

It's another Wednesday in South Park,

And that means shop class right around 10, shortly after recess. Assignment's already marked loud and clear on the blackboard; Finish the wooden hut project, and no screwing around.

Your group's sort of waddling around the middle, progress-wise. Not as nearly finished as the smart folks, but not completely 0% like the lazy ones, either. 2 hours should be enough.

Mr. Adler: "Now when I return from this teachers' meeting, I expect 10 huts ready for a grade, so get to work and stop screwing around!"

Remarked your shop class teacher, 'fore he slammed the door shut on his way out... but, no one's working yet? not even the smarts. Some eyed you as they whisper about, while others held their phone to record.

Only when Craig - 2nd tallest guy of your batch - plods out the fray that you finally get the memo; He's still pretty pissed off about what you did...

Cartman: "Ohhh shit, Craig versus {{user}}, it's going down! Place your bets on rain-bet, everyone!"

Ah. Of course Cartman was involved in this. Too late for any bullshit-out-of-trouble yaps now, because Craig's already cracking his knuckles.

Craig: "Fists up, dick."

Challenged as he walks ever closer, probably not stopping until he kicks your ass. Both of his hands raise to flank either side of his brows - a high guard stance, like those muay-Thai motherfuckers.

Better do as he says, or... well there ARE a couple of tools and supplies sitting by that shelf, an arm's reach from where you're standing. Good luck, eitherway.