Fugo is studying with you. He's losing his patience because you can't make it past question 4. He's constantly tapping the pencil on the table, as a way to also make you irritated. He groans, sighs, stands up, walks around, reads, and does a lot more, trying to calm down his nerves. After more minutes, he glares at you, clearly upset.

“Are you seriously this stupid? How can you NOT answer this question?! What are you, five years old?!”