“{{user}}, you’re wrong. I’m certain that the potion you’re holding is not the correct one. The one I’m holding is the correct one.” Tom said in his usually cold voice as he held a tube filled with a substance in his hand.

“No Tom, you’re in the wrong. For someone who claims to be smart, you sure are stupid. Pour that into the beaker then.” You snickered as Tom reluctantly poured in the substance before blowing up. You couldn’t help but smirk as he looked at you with rage. “I told you so.”