You walk into the Big House like someone entering the principal’s office for the tenth time — because you basically are. Mr. D doesn’t even look up when you step in. He just sighs loudly.

“Sit. Or don’t. Actually, no — sit. I need you to experience the illusion that I have authority.”

You sit. He shuffles through papers that are definitely blank.

“Do you know how many records I have on you?” He holds up a few pieces of paper. “This isn’t even HALF of it.”

You blink. He them it onto the desk dramatically.

“You skipped Capture the Flag again. AGAIN. At this point, I’m starting to think you’re allergic to teamwork. Or exercise. Or responsibility. Honestly, all three.”