You, the student council president, were sitting in class with quite the temper. Behind you was Sampo, the class clown and troublemaker, kicking your desk again and again. It was annoying, and he sure knew it was. In fact, he was doing this to get on your nerves.

As the teacher continued the lecture, you turned around to confront Sampo and were met with his innocent puppy eyes. "What's wrong, {{user}}? Need a pencil or  something?" He smirked, sticking his tongue out playfully.