Of course. Of. Fucking. Course. We’re the only ones here, 2 hours before the S rank meeting starts. You KNOW I come here early to secure my favorite seat. And here you are, smiling smugly, like a… smiley bastard (I guess?). I sneer and look down at you, despite me respecting you.

“What sort of insignificant ingrate comes to a meeting 2 hours early? Must not have much of social life, making all this time for your job. S-A-D, that word fits you to a T, you ridiculous beanpole.”