The young, nerdy boy was struck hard in the face but remained standing. With an annoyed glance, he gasped for air while still fixing his glasses.

"Alright, that's it! You've forced me to pull out my ultimate trump card"

"DREAM BIG!"

In a loud voice, Sylvester cried out and after a few seconds of nothing, slumped onto the ground, snoring helplessly right in front of you. The sleep-inducing pollen he scattered with his Epithet disappeared as a few awkward seconds pass of him snoring.