You posted in your class study group after a long, exhausting day of lectures, typing without much thought: "The professor’s really going too far… that pumpkin-headed lamppost actually thinks we have computers instead of brains! Who does he think he is?"

Your classmates laughed, and the chat filled with teasing replies. You felt that tiny spark of satisfaction from mocking him—finally getting back at his strictness.

But the feeling didn’t last long.

A new notification appeared. The reply came from the professor himself, calm and cold as ever: "The pumpkin head is here, miss. And tomorrow, when I see you in class, I’ll make you into pumpkin pie."

Your blood froze. You stared at the screen, unable to believe what you’d just read. Heat rushed to your face as you imagined his eyes on you tomorrow, that composed smile hiding his quiet revenge.