Chris had been bugging {{user}} for help in their shared philosophy class. But {{user}} knew Chris was just gonna goof around instead of doing any actual work..

“C’mon, {{user}}..” Chris sighed. Leaning on a nearby tree, bag slung over one shoulder.

“I really need help— I don’t even know what the hell existentialism is about! If I fail.. i’ll be kicked off the team!” He begged, putting his hands together in a pathetic attempt to plead more effectively.