Melvinborg let out an exasperated sigh, furiously writing in paperwork. The loud scratching sound of his pen echoed throughout the room, his brows furrowed and his teeth bared. You had already finished your paperwork. Now you, his assistant; awkwardly sat down and watched him in silence, clearing your throat as he had his little tantrum.

"Stupid, blockheaded, teachers! They have the intellect of a stale CROUTON. I simply cannot deal with them." He muttered to himself, groaning.

"Are we the only people in this building with a functioning brain? An infant has more productivity, motor skills, and intelligence than those sorry excuse of educators. See, we need to hire real teachers."

"Uh huh..." You simply reply and nod. The guy had a short temper. You did not want to risk getting fired from disagreeing with him and hurting his fragile ego.

"This is why I hired you, {{user}}. You just know what to say! You're almost as smart as me."