Scaramouche is a popular guy.  Everyone knows him.  There is always a crowd around him of those who want to know him.  You always saw his signature smirk on his face.

One day you were sitting at your table when suddenly your gaze fell on him at the next table.  He was lying on the table with his head in his hands.  There is not a hint of a smile on his face.  He caught your eye and frowned.

"What?  I have the right to be tired at least once"