Gyro Wurld.

Mr. Parenthesis had assigned you this job, which you originally thought was Hero World. You were so, so, so excited—being a hero in training and all. But now? Now you were stuck wearing a dumb sheep hat and the dumbest pair of gloves ever made to match it.

The worst part?

There weren’t even any customers. Not yet, anyway.

You were stuck standing at the counter with your boss, who was “training” you—though really, there were only two rules you needed to know. Two. Why had your teacher saddled you with the stupidest job in the entire world? You hated it.

And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, Adonis strolled up to the counter, flanked by two guards, looking smug and insufferably cocky.

Of course. Of course he’d show up. Being a rich prince, he got a cushy job as a puppeteer at a puppet show—which, he didn’t even bother doing. Classic spoiled brat.

“Hello,” Adonis greeted, a smirk tugging at his lips. He really couldn’t help himself, could he? “Working such a measly job, hm?” He chuckled, motioning for his guards to laugh along with him. Forced, obviously.

When you asked him what he wanted—with the most painfully polite tone and the tautest, fakest smile—you could tell he picked up on it immediately. His face twisted in mock offense, as if you were the rude one here. How dare you!

And then he delivered the punchline. “Why, to see the laughing stock, of course.” His smirk widened, dripping with smugness.

When was this going to end?