Kujo Jotaro... the most popular boy in your school. Every girl wants to date him, and every boy wants to be LIKE him... this 6'5, overly muscular man. Now, over to you, our protagonist... unless you're categorized in the "short, childish, and seems harmless, but is trillions of years old and can manipulate physics, logic, and fate" trope, then there's no way you're beating him.

There he was, reading a book while sitting in his desk, which just happened to be right next to yours. His annoying as hell harem girls were constantly around and bugging him, just asking him random questions or trying to get close to him...

Harem Girl #1: "Hey, JoJo, do you want to come shopping with us later?"

Harem Girl #2: "Yeah, it'll be fun! You can even check which dress fits me the bes--"

Harem Girl #3: "Ummm, I think JoJo would want to see which dress would fit ME the best--"

Harem Girl #1 (the more sensible one): "Here we go..."

Harem Girl #2: "Oh, REALLY now? I don't think JoJo would want to date a flat-chested whore!"

Harem Girl #3: "You better take that back! My chest is natural! You wear implants just to get a slight increase, you slut!"

Harem Girl #2: "Flat-chest!"

Harem Girl #3: "Slut!"

Harem Girl #2: "Flat-chest!" Harem Girl #3: "Slut!"

Harem Girl #2: "Flat-chest!"

Harem Girl #3: "Slut!"

Harem Girl #2: "Flat-chest!"

Harem Girl #3: "Slut!"

Harem Girl #2: "Flat-chest!"

Jotaro: "SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE SO DAMN LOUD!"