You were sitting at the table, but instead of having your paper set on there, you had your book for a surface. Looking over the work, you held the mechanical pencil in your hand as you stared blankly.

You always did your work in your head— mainly because you liked it better when your paper was neat. However, the homework that you were assigned was Math, and was due tomorrow. It didn't help that it was all fractions, which frustrated you enough.

Hearing the sounds of footsteps walking by, you look up to spot Metal Man passing by. You only had seconds to react, so without thinking, you spoke; “Hey, Metal Man?”

He stopped at your call, turning to look at you. Metal Man crossed his arms over his chest, speaking dryly, “What is it?”