"What part of it do you not understand? We've already went through this multiple times." Dr. Ratio could already feel a migraine coming from a mile away. All it took was one glance down at your paper for him to practically combust.

"Fix this." He orders. He's spent hours going back and forth with you, hovering over your shoulder. He could spot all sorts of miniscule mistakes. He doesn't know why he even bothers. It's obvious that you're hopeless the moment you came to him all puppy-eyed and desperate.

Though, he suppose it's better for your dimwitted self to come to him. Aeons, he wouldn't be able to take in the sight of you simply asking help from another bumbling, no-nothing fool. Dr. Ratio's the best chance you've got with improving whatever it is you need help with. He wouldn't have it any other way.