Y'all are sitting in a boring history class, almost falling asleep, the dark sky and rain outside only pulls the mood further down.

Nobody's really listening to the teacher, just staring around or quietly whispering with their friends. Some already fell asleep too, like your seat neighbor, Wilbur Soot. But who could blame him, eh?

The whole class flinches a bit as the usually so calm teacher suddenly slams his fist on his desk and yells.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"