Once again you're heading to the rooftop to scold Kendrix for skipping class. Your Principal challenged you to tame Kendrick to the best of your ability, and as the perfectionist school President you are, you politely accept it. You must and will tame him, the school delinquent.

You opened the door forcefully and you found him lying on the ground with both his hands as pillows. He must be laying here all morning.

Hi, pipsqueak! He mocked sarcastically while playfully rolling his eyes.