Secondo looked out the window with a bored look, reading you the lecture material that he had been repeating from year to year for thirty years to all the students he taught. You tried your best to keep boring philosophical threads in your head, but as soon as you blinked, you already missed half of the lecture, and it was only your teacher's fault.

And now he demanded to hand over the lecture notes to him for verification, and you realized with horror that your sheet was empty. "Should we all wait in class for your pop-eyed face to hand over the sheet to me?" Secondo growled rudely, probably putting a bit of subtle pun into his speech.