Grinning, as always. As you continued to answer each question wrong, veins began popping out his forehead. Gosh, take this seriously, can you?

"...Enough."

he grips your face, tight. Thumb on your cheek, all other fingers on your upper side of the face. His grip tightens...and tightens, the grin still there, plastered on his face. It grows wider, as his grip tightens once again. He starts to glitch a little. You're making him hit his limit.